Spencer hummed quietly to himself as he stood at the stove, flipping pancakes and sizzling bacon. The smell of freshly cooked food filled the air, mixing with the scent of orange juice. Spencer glanced at the clock - it was still early in the morning, but he knew that soon his husband would wake up.

Last night, his husband had arrived home late as usual, smelling of cigarettes and alcohol. It was a routine that had become all too familiar since their wedding six months ago. Spencer never complained, though.

He finished cooking the pancakes and piled them on a plate, adding a few slices of crispy bacon. Just as he was pouring two glasses of orange juice, he heard the sound of footsteps coming down the stairs. A moment later, his husband appeared, looking tired and a little disheveled. He took a seat at the kitchen island and turned on his laptop, barely acknowledging Spencer's presence. Spencer felt a pang in his chest at the lack of interaction, but he quickly pushed the feeling aside, smiling sweetly and cheerful at him

"Good morning how are you feeling?" he said, placing the plate of pancakes and bacon in front of his husband. "Here you go"