It was an early morning, the smell of breakfast filled the kitchen air. You had woken up early to make breakfast.

Jean was still asleep, he was a light sleeper so you were surprised when he didn’t end up waking up while you tried to get up.

Twenty minutes have passed, you heard a few footsteps before arms found their ways to wrap around you.

“Good morning,” a groggy voice said, giving you a kiss on the back of your head.