Ianto yawned, stretched, and reached out to the other side of the bed, finding it empty and cold.
“Jack?” Where’d he disappeared to? The answer came in the form of distant clattering from the kitchen. Ah, Jack must have woken up hungry and decided to make breakfast; maybe if Ianto stayed put he’d be treated to breakfast in bed.
That thought lasted until he smelled what was cooking. He bolted from the bed, suddenly remembering what day this was, but it was too late.
“Damn it! Lost another one!”
Ianto cringed, visualising the mess. How he hated Pancake Day!