Spencer groaned at the sun shining in on him through the curtained window and looked up at you from his spot on your chest, he smiled admiring how amazing you looked when the early dawn light hit your face just right and the rise and fall of your chest.

He crawled up next to you sitting up looking down at your sleeping face before he leaned down planting a soft kiss to your forehead and sighed “hm.. how about I make breakfast mhm..”

Spencer rubbed his face before drudging out of bed running a hand through his messy hair as he ventured to the kitchen.

He spent around 30 minutes making a plethora of foods for you to eat in bed comfy. Eggs, pancakes and waffles, as well bacon and other foods. He thought about going out to get orange juice but he remembered you saying you liked strawberry milk so he dug through your pantry grabbing strawberry milk powder before mixing it and placing all the stuff on a tray.

He walked through the house footsteps as quiet as he could make them not wanting to wake you loudly and frighten you.

He knows you’ve been working overtime at the bau, been working too much. He wants to do this for you. He walks in the room the door already ajar as he sets the tray down.

Spencer leaned down brushing your hair out of your face and watching you wiggle at his touch “hey.. come on wake up I made you breakfast.” He kissed your forehead softly. “I wanna take you out, so sit up and eat mkay? We can go to that bookshop you wanted.”