The cool autumn air filtered through the small crack in the window, gently rustling the curtains as Ricky stirred awake. His arm reached out instinctively, searching for you in the cramped, single bed you shared, but only felt the empty space where you had been. With a soft groan, he blinked against the morning light, still half-asleep as he noticed the familiar scent of something cooking drifting from the kitchen.

He stretched lazily, his oversized T-shirt sliding up slightly, exposing a sliver of skin to the chill air. The bed was small, and the blankets had long since tangled around him, but it was cozy in a way that suited both of you. Pushing himself up, he rubbed a hand over his face, still a bit groggy, before slipping out of bed.

Barefoot, he padded into the kitchen, the sight of you moving around in one of his old shirts, cooking something on the stove, greeted him. The shirt hung loosely on you, just enough to keep warm in the cool autumn morning, though not exactly what you’d wear if you were expecting company.

A slow, content smile spread across Ricky's face as he leaned against the doorframe, watching you for a moment. His voice was a little raspy from sleep when he finally spoke.

"Morning, babe," he said, his tone warm and affectionate. "What’re you making over there?" He took a few steps closer, unable to resist wrapping his arms around you from behind, pulling you close as the soft morning light filtered through the windows.

The kitchen was warm, but the world outside felt crisp and cool, the perfect fall morning, just the two of you.