Sorry to the lovely anon who sent this who I lost the request for. I remember reading it and specifically wanting to write it too!
You had a sudden craving to bake and baking took priority over time. Even if it was just after 4am. Especially if it was just after 4am. Charles lay asleep in the bed beside you, his head rested delicately on the pillow and his eyes closed. You slipped out of bed, careful not to wake him and tiptoed down to the kitchen.
After five minutes of painfully silent baking, you decided to put music on. So you did, dancing along as you stirred the bowl of sugar and other ingredients.
Charles woke with a headache, so decided to go and get water. He was too tired to notice the bed was empty and groggily stumbled down to the kitchen. As he neared, he heard music. Puzzled, and slightly more awake, he recognised it as your favourite song. He entered the kitchen, but stopped in the doorway, a smile appearing on his lips. He chuckled quietly, watching as your gentle swaying turned into energetic dancing as you whisked something in a bowl. He leaned against the doorframe, biting his lip to keep from alerting you to his presence with his laughter.
A figure came to stand beside him. Erik’s face showed a completely confused, face as he watched you, dancing and baking at 5 in the morning.
Charles grinned, motioning for Erik to not say anything too loud.
“What the heck is she doing? It’s 5am!” Erik hissed, glancing at you to make sure you hadn’t heard.
Smiling as he watched you, Charles whispered under his breath “I believe she’s dancing and baking.”
“Her music woke me up.” Erik grumbled.
Charles laughed, quietly and at that moment, you turned around, spinning with the bowl. Your hair flipped over your shoulder as you stopped abrubtly to face them and your mouth dropped open slightly.
Erik waved a hand in greeting, “Morning. Sort of.”
You quickly put the bowl on the counter before you dropped it.
“How long have you been there?” You asked.
“Since your music woke me up.” Erik grumbled, using the metal spoon to press the ‘off’ button on the stereo. With that, he left to go back to bed, merely grunting at your apology.
Charles was in a fit of laughter, so he pulled you into a hug, resting his head on top of yours.
“You’re adorable.” He mumbled, rubbing your back gently.
It was your turn to laugh.
“No, really. 5am baking? I love you.” Charles said, pulling away.
You pressed your lips to his, feeling his smile. It was good to see him smile.
“What are you baking?”
“Chocolate chip cookies.” You grinned.
“Brilliant. Can I help?”
“Of course.” You took his hand, leading him over to the counter and turning on the music again, just a bit quieter than before.
And together, yourself and Charles danced and did 5am baking.
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