Elly woke to the smell of ground beef sizzling in assorted spices and the sound of her man singing softly to himself in the kitchen. She got up and padded on bare feet to the hallway, where she could listen.
He was dressed in a t-shirt and jeans with a comically lavender colored, frilly apron tied around his waist he had picked out at the mall himself. His hips swinging in tune to the beat, he sang very softly as he stirred the meat in the pan.
"I'm makin' tacos for my baby, we gonna eat them when they ready..." He bent and got a spice container to shake in time and continued cooking, repeating the verse over and over. She backed slowly away, knowing he would want to surprise her. He had a huge, pleased grin on his face that she wasn't about to spoil for the world.
He poked his head into the bedroom a few minutes later. "Hey, baby!"
"Mwha?" She perked her ears, amused that she had managed to fall back to sleep so fast. "Zashi?"
"I made tacos!"
She blinked, then laughed out loud. "That's what I smell!"
"All by myself," he added with the biggest smile on his flushed face.
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