The scent of bacon, potatoes, ham, and eggs wafted through the slightly ajar bedroom door and filled the room. It was a welcoming smell that would remind of something their mother would make for breakfast. Lying on the bed sticking out of one of the four walls was a blonde haired man fast asleep with one hand hanging off the side of the bed. When the delicious aroma hit his nose, he nearly shot out of bed and into the kitchen. He smoothed back his hair which fell right into his stunning blue eyes.
“*Schatz, vhat are you cooking? It smells delightful,” he yawned softly and stroked her arms as she stirred her concoction in the large black skillet. “*Bauernfruhstuck; can you get plates, Ludwig?” The (H/C) haired women smiled as she sprinkled chopped chives on top of the mix. Ludwig handed her two plates and smiled sweetly at her, the smile reaching his eyes.
His curiosity had peaked for his lovely wife never made German dishes unless there was a special occasion and he wasn’t exactly sure what was so special. It wasn’t their anniversary, for that was the 15th of December. Nor was it his or her birthday, and at this point he couldn’t figure out what he was missing. “Don’t be mad at me, but, vhat’s the occasion? Am I forgetting somezhing, (F/N)?”
(F/N) laughed as she ate some of her breakfast. “No, Ludwig, you didn’t forget anything. It’s father’s day.” “Ja, I know zat, but I’m not a fazher or anyzhing.” His eyebrows furrowed in frustration as he enjoyed his meal. In the three years they had been married, they had never once celebrated Father’s Day and they hadn’t exactly had reason to.
“You are now. I’m pregnant,” she muttered ever so casually after she had finished taking a bite. Ludwig’s fork clattered to the ivory and ebony ivy designed plate. “Vait, vhat, how long have you known?” His eyes were wide with excitement mixed with a bit of worry and concern. “Relax, love, I just found out yesterday evening.”
She stood up and took the empty plates along with the forks and set them into the porcelain sink. “*Nun, schließen Ihre Augen Liebe.” Her husband obliged to her request and waited at the kitchen table waiting for her to tell him to open his eyes again. Ludwig could hear the sound of (F/N) rummaging throughout the kitchen drawers as if she were searching for something. The sounds eventually subsided and he heard her bare footsteps getting closer.
“You can open your eyes. Happy Father’s Day, Ludwig!” Standing before him was his beautiful (E/C) eyed, (H/C) haired wife, holding a large black velvet box out to him, a smile on her angelic face. “You really didn’t have to, breakfast was enough,” he sighed as she placed the box into his hands anyway.
Ludwig flicked the box open and became teary eyed at the sight within it. “Vhere did you find zhis? It looks just like my fazher’s,” he marveled at the iron cross necklace, shining brightly at him as if brand new. “I stumbled upon it in one of those war memorabilia stores. It’s actually your father’s from the war, check the back,” she reached into the box and gingerly flipped over the necklace.
The German man sitting on the edge of his chair stood up, his face hot from the tears running down his face. “*Ich liebe dich, (F/N). Zhis is zhe best gift anyone has ever given me,” he kissed her passionately and ran his fingers through (F/N) beautiful (H/C) locks. It was the first of many wonderful Father’s Days to come.