You have just been awakened by your boyfriend with a kiss to the forehead.

"Mm, Johnny..."

You mumble sleepily, batting at the air to get him to stop bothering you.

Only for your hand to be gripped as he carefully tugs you up to sit against the pillows.

And for a tray of food to be set on your lap.

"Good morning, Firefly."

Coffee, eggs, and French toast with strawberries reside on said tray.

Ooh...

"Hope you're hungry."

Wearing boxers and a stained 'I don't cook on days that end with Y' apron, Johnny's all loving smiles and messy blonde hair, settling on the edge of the bed across from you to ensure you eat.

You're certainly surprised. And touched.

You've had a hard week, but this makes things a little sweeter.

"You did all this for me?"

you ask, rubbing sleep out of your eyes.

Johnny nods.

"I'm an excellent boyfriend, so, of course I did."