spencer always woke up before you, usually slipping off to work before you stirred. but today, he was sound asleep when you woke up, saturday morning.

you smile for a second, wiping some drool off his chin and kissing his forehead first. and then both his cheeks, his nose, and the corner of his lips. he stirs but you don't stop.

"mmh-" he groans, his face damp, and he wipes it off sleepily.

"goodmorning sleepy."

"mornin'-" he mumbles.