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?...fuck this god-damn pan!?, I hear somebody cursing, while I'm waking up.

I open my eyes and look around. ?It smells burned.

..?, Snjó is saying. And yes, it really does.

I unwrap myself, before walking into the kitchen and seeing a cursing William and a pile of burned dough on a plate next to him.

What the fuck is he doing?! ?He is obviously trying to make P?nnuk?kur.

..?, my wolf's answering my rhetorical question.

Yeah, but it looks like it's quite overexerting him. ..

?Em... William??, I ask carefully. After hearing my voice, he immediately turns towards me, revealing his muscled pecs and abs.

.. Oh, gosh, he looks so fucking hot... ?Are we gaining a heatwave again?

?, my wolf is teasing me. ?Oh, hi babe.

.. I thought you were sleeping. Have I been too loud?

?, he is questioning me. ?Em... No, I'm fine, but.

.. em... What the hack are you trying to do?

?, I ask sarcastically, but this part didn't get to him, I think.

?I'm... I tried making pancakes for you, but I really messed up I think.

?, he is saying, and he is scratching his head.

?I see... let me help you...?, I say and walk towards him.

I now directly stand in front of the stove, which is on full flame.

?Okay, first things first. You can't bake P?nnu- Pancakes on full flame.

?, I chuckle and turn the flame down, till it is only guttering slightly.

?So... That's better. Can you grab me the dough?

?, I ask, and he is looking at me with fascination.

I stare back, and he seems to regain his composure.

?Ah, yes, here.?, he responds and hands me the bowl with the dough.

As I see the dough, I begin to laugh. ?What is that?

?, I ask and shake my head. ?The dough is way too viscous.

..? I look back at him, and he seems a bit offended and is holding my recipe in front of my face.

?I've just followed the instructions on YOUR recipe!

?. I look at the paper in front of me and indeed am a bit confused, until I glimpse a look at the worktop.

?Okay, I see...?, I say and grab the mug with leftover flour.

?...this mug is way too big. You need to use the small ones, for the recipe.

I think the dough is lacking in eggs and maybe a bit of milk.

?, I assume. ?Furthermore, how did you even read the recipe?

It's written in Icelandic.?, I ask him, a bit confused.

But he only shows me his phone. ?Pic and Click.

It's a photo translator app.?, he says and shakes his phone a bit.

?Okay... So can you grab me one more egg and I think.

.. maybe mug of milk extra??, I ask, and he just smiles.

?Of course, my love. Just wait one moment.

?, he is... purring? And fills up the mug and gives me an egg.

?Em... Thank you... em... D-daddy...?, I shyly respond, and I feel so embarrassed.

?Oh you seem to fell for it...?, Snjógola comments my last sentence.

Shut the... But before I can even finish my swearing, I hear a low growl from William.

I look at him, and he looks like me calling him daddy is really affecting him. .. Oh, god... what did I've done...