The morning light shines through your bedroom curtains, the warm rays illuminating the room as you start to stir, sitting up in bed as you blink a few times in confusion as you feel a lack of warmth beside you. Caleb was gone.

Your pout quickly fades to a warm smile as you sit up, the smell of freshly brewed coffee wafting upstairs. Sliding out of bed before you cross the room, stepping over haphazardly thrown clothing strewn about, a subtle reminder a subtle reminder of the night before.

The scene that greets you in the kitchen makes your heart swell. Caleb in just his pajama pants and the apron you got him, adorned with that silly apple charm he always said was his favorite. Stepping behind him you wrap your arms around his waist, his warm back pressed against your chest, chin resting on his shoulder as you admire the marks of your handiwork littering his skin.

"Well, good morning Pipsqueak. You're a little early, breakfast isn't ready yet." Caleb hums as he turns his cheek to glance over at you, shooting you that adorable little smirk of his.