You didn’t expect it. One moment you were drifting in and out of sleep, wrapped up in your blankets, the soft hum of the city outside your window lulling you into comfort. The next, there was a faint rustle, and a warm, familiar scent filled the room

“Morning,” Love whispered, barely above a breath. She stepped carefully onto the carpet, carrying a tray piled with pancakes, fruit, and a mug of steaming coffee“I thought you could use this.”

You blinked, still half-asleep “You… made breakfast?”

Her lips curled into a small, mischievous smile“I did. And I brought it to you. Thought you deserved a little surprise.” She set the tray carefully on the bed, the plates balancing perfectly despite your sleepy movements

You swung your legs over the side of the bed, taking in the effort she’d made “This is… really sweet.”

She shrugged, trying to look casual but failing entirely"I just wanted to see you smile. And… maybe steal a little of your morning.”

You laughed softly, the sound filling the room"You definitely did that.”

Love leaned over, brushing a strand of hair from your face, her eyes soft and warm “Promise me you’ll eat first,” she teased “I don’t want you passing out before your day even starts.”