Can I please request prompt 3 from the list!!
You had felt hopeless the moment you found out there had been a huge fire in your apartment building. Your apartment along with three others had taken the worst of it and you had been left homeless while they worked at rebuilding it. Thankfully for you, your longtime boyfriend Spencer was there to take you into his home.
Living with Spencer was surprisingly easy. You’d spend your days off together, marathoning documentaries and enjoying each other’s company. Spencer found that he enjoyed having you as a roommate and even considered asking you to move in, something he’d already been thinking about doing.
While living with Spencer was great, there was only one downfall. His cooking.
Now you didn’t claim to be a master chef but you could whip up a decent dinner. Spencer, however, lived off of various frozen food dinners. His fridge was nearly empty while his freezer was stocked with frozen lasagnas and chicken pot pies. It was amusing at first and you understood that being away for days to weeks at a time meant any fresh food would most likely go bad. He didn’t have time to cook anyways with his coming and going.
But he’d decided to change that when you moved in. He bought groceries and did his best to google recipes that seemed easy to do. Despite his best efforts and his meticulous use of a measuring cup, his food always came out too salty, not seasoned enough, or simply inedible.
Tonight was a special night. Spencer was planning to finally ask you to move in permanently and so he figured he’d try his hand at cooking again. He’d bought a few steaks and ingredients for simple sides like mashed potatoes and salad. He figured it would be simple enough to do.
“What’s all this?” You asked as you arrived home from work. Spencer greeted you with a hug and a kiss before leading you over to the small dinner table. He had set it up with candles and rose petals in an effort to make it look fancier. “You cooked dinner again?”
“Yup,” Spencer beamed as he sat you down. “Dig in while it’s still hot.”
You nodded and did so, a small laugh escaping your lips as you cut through the meat.
“Spence, this is seriously undercooked,” you chuckled as you looked at the bright redness inside. He sighed deeply when he cut into his own and saw it was the same.
“I’m sorry. I tried, I really did. I just wanted tonight to be special. I should have just taken you out-“
“Spence, this is still special,” you assured him, “it’s still a lovely gesture.”
“I just…I wanted to ask you to move in with me,” he stated. “Permanently.”
“Oh,” you were surprised but happy at the same time. You’d been thinking the same thing. “I’d love to.”
“Great,” he beamed, his hand reaching to grab yours across the table. “I can’t wait.”
“One condition though.”
“What is it?”
“I love you a lot, but please stop trying to cook me dinner, you suck.”
He laughed loudly and nodded in agreement.
“I’ll definitely stop.”