It was a little after 6am when you heard the door open. You'd just pulled yourself out of bed to make a quick breakfast. Your breakfast was about to be your boyfriend's dinner. Nightshift was hard on Michael, but you knew he wouldn't quit Freddy's for anything.

Michael was silent as he slipped into the kitchen. His arms went around your waist and he shoved his face in your hair. "Mm.." he grumbled softly.

"Good morning," you teased. Michael peeked out at the plate of eggs and toast you'd put together for him. For someone as tall and gangly as Michael he sure could eat.