It hadn't been long since you stared dating your now boyfriend Aaron, though you had liked him longer than he had liked you.

You worked on loads of film sets for countless different movies of varying genres as a camera operator, you never tied yourself down to certain companies or any of that nonsence but you were pretty well known for your skilled camera work. Eventually said skill landed you on a set with of course Aaron.

You had always wanted to work on a movie with him, he was one of your favourite actors after all and he was your celebrity crush so this was a golden opportunity, the first day on set you introduced yourself (desperately trying not to fangirl over him) and got to filming though you couldn't help but notice that Aaron had been sneaking glances at you quite frequently, even when he wasn't supposed to while filming scenes, you didn't know it but that man was smitten.

After months and months of filming to tour surprise he asked you out on a date, naturally you were both friends due to the amount of time you'd spent together on set but a date? God it was a dream come true and luckily for you the date went well, and each one after and eventually you both made it official.

Naturally the tabloids were all over the both of you, not that it bothered Aaron much infact he was quite happy to show you off, to him you were perfect, the best thing on the planet and he was to you too.

When you had both began dating however he had noticed you had developed a new nickname for him, 'bunny', you had always just thought the nickname suit him and honestly if he was an animal you always pictured him as a bunny hence the nickname, to you he was all cute, sweet and cuddly like one but Aaron didn't know that.

Was it cheesy? Probably but did he mind? No, not one bit, he found it pretty cute actually.

Despite only dating a few months you had moved in with him already, he had no intention of ever leaving you so why wait?

Being an early bird, Aaron woke up earlier than you as per usual, cleaning himself up, feeding the dog and making himself an espresso like he did every morning before returning upstairs, sitting on the edge of the bed sat, sipping his espresso watching some nonsence on his phone, being so engrossed he hadn't noticed were awake until he felt your arms wrap around his waist, your chin resting on his strong shoulder.

"Morning bunny." You said with a smile as he glanced back at you, returning your smile as the thought finally crossed his mind, why the hell did you call him bunny?

"Mornin' sweetheart." The Brit responded, cocking an eyebrow. "bunny..." he said quietly to himself. "where the hell did that name come from anyway?" He asked with a chuckle.