You Have to Break a Few Eggs    You Have to Break a Few Eggs by
Otterlady

  

 Here we go again. For something that started out to be a one-shot deal,
this is really getting out of hand. Hope you enjoy my little venite. The
usual stuff about copyrights and infringements apply here. If you don't
like the idea of these two together, too bad. And don't throw any otters
around. They are an endangered species you know. 

 You Have to Break a Few Eggs... 

 by Otterlady (copyright 01/01/97) 

 ottrlady@direct.ca 

 Sunshine fell across the kitchen counters in a golden stream. She smiled
to herself as she contemplated the contents of her refrigerator. She loved
to cook but usually didn't have the incentive that she had today. Living
by oneself made it hard to get enthused about taking the time to properly
prepare full meals. A frozen dinner or a package of macaroni and cheese
was the main components of her at home menu. But not today, today she had
a reason to fuss. 

 The breeze coming through the open window smelled of spring. The leaves
on the maple trees across the street were starting to bud out and she
could see that the grass was starting to green up. When she had first come
to Chicago and started the search for an apartment there had been two
things she insisted on having. One was a large bedroom that could house
her queen sized bed (she liked lots of room to stretch out in) and the
other was a kitchen with a window. She had lucked out on both of her
demands. This might be an older building but it was well managed, clean
and the units spacious and well laid out. Her kitchen window looked out on
a quiet residential street where children walked to school and people took
pride in their yards. 

 She had painted the walls an off-white and decorated with red accents.
The room was cheerful and welcoming, just the way a kitchen should be.
Although she had lived here for over a year it had only been in the last
few days that the apartment had really begun to feel like home. Having
someone else with her filled the place with warmth and well-being. And,
oh, what a someone else there was! 

 Sighing softly with remembered pleasure, she made a decision about what
to prepare for breakfast, their first together in her home. A western
omelette and toast should take care of the hunger that he was sure to wake
up with. Pulling the carton of eggs from the fridge, she started to
straighten up when a warm hand suddenly made itself known on her
unsuspecting rear. Startled she yelped and dropped the carton. Eggs flew
everywhere. A contrite laugh came from behind her and turning she smacked
the offender on his broad chest. 

 "Look what you made me do! Now just what do you think you're going to
have for breakfast?" she exclaimed. 

 Laughing, he wrapped his strong arms around her and let her know just
exactly what he had in mind for breakfast. 

 There was something to be said for a Canadian breakfast.