That morning you woke up with a huge hangover from the night before; suddenly smelling the scent of fresh breakfast being made, you drug yourself out of bed.

Luka: How’d you sleep, Lovely? Luka asked, upon hearing your footsteps, though was too focused on not burning breakfast to look up at you.

Aiden: Of course not well, they drunk themselves silly last night. Aiden chuckled, offering a playful wink before going back to distracting Luka. Cuddling up behind him and smothering him with kisses as he cooked