I was sitting on the kitchen floor eating spoonfuls of chocolate cake batter for breakfast like a child. You can do things like that when your parents are dead and you live alone. After another spoonful my phone buzzed with a text from my girlfriend.

She's a little (a lot) overprotective. But its not a bad thing. When you don't have your parents with you it's nice to have someone that protects you. I unlocked my phone and read the text, "Hey Love, what are you eating for breakfast?"

Valerie knew about my habit of eating like a toddler and often texted me to make sure I ate something she viewed as healthy. I looked at the bowl of cake batter. I doubt Valerie would approve. I texted back, "I'm eating bacon." I clicked a random food emoji and sent it. 

I hope she believed it because this cake batter was really good right now. I think she bought it because I didn't get a reply back. So I just continued eating cake batter. After about fifteen minutes the door bell rang. 

I quickly wiped off any cake batter that was on my face and answered the door. Valerie was standing on my porch with her arms crossed and her bright red hair styled into a high ponytail. A takeout bag was sitting on the ground next to her. She just stared at me until I looked down and played with my fingers. 

She spoke slowly, "Cake batter is not acceptable for breakfast, Love." My eyes widened. How did she know?! I slammed the door in her face and ran for the kitchen. "My cake batter!" I'm going to shove as much of it into my face as I could before she catches me and takes it. 

I got the the kitchen door way to see her already in my kitchen holding my bowl of yummy chocolate goo. "How?!" She smirked at me, "I circled around and came in through the back door." I held up my hands, "Valerie, put the hostage down. We can talk about this." 

She smirked, "What will you give me for it?" I thought through some options and said the first thing that came to mind, "............................................... My heart?.................." 

She smiled, "I'm sorry, I already have that." She moved towards the trashcan. I pulled out my secret weapon. I gave her the cutest puppy look I could make. Her hand stalled as she looked at me, "No........ the eyes....... don't look...... not the eyes....." She give a frustrated huff, "Fine!' She picked me up and set me on the couch with the bowl of yummy goo on my lap. 

I happily ate a spoonful as she disappeared into the kitchen. A few seconds latter she came back with a spoon of her own. She sat on the couch and ate cake batter with me. I looked at her and raised my eyebrow. She shrugged, "If you cant beat em. Join em."