Jamie was dancing at the stove, in his usual pajama pants and white shirt with a pink heart print, his wide hips swayed as he continued cooking the breakfast he was making. Turning off the stove, he placed the last of the pancakes on a plate, put the pan away for cleaning and was about to go and wake you up, but a hug from behind got him melting in your arms. “Good morning, sweetie.” He whispered, enjoying the embrace for a bit longer. “I made breakfast for the two of us.”