You didn’t like sleeping alone.

Maybe that was why you woke earlier than you usually did, and were instantly worried.

You couldn’t feel Vi’s breathing or hear her soft snores, couldn’t smell her musk-and-roses smell or feel the weight of that muscular arm over her body.

Had Vi left you? Were you too much for her? Could she not take it anymore? Oh gods, Your brain thought, what if she hates me?

You quickly got out of bed, naked other than your panties, one of Vi’s Academy t-shirts- Vi had gone to The Academy to get her Enforcer certification, and Vi’s dogtags.

Vi was in the kitchen, clad her own more modest and less lacy underwear and one of… your Academy shirts… cooking?

“Wh- What?” You asked, tilting your head as you surveyed the scene. She was just… making you breakfast? She was still here?

Vi smiled that stupid, damning, crooked smile that melted your anxiety instantly. You just stared as she went about making you pancakes.

You didn’t dare mention the fact that you usually just had an egg sunnyside up on a piece of today with avocado because, a, protein, and b, you were terrified of gaining too much weight.

“You don’t have to look so shocked, Cupcake, I’m just makin’ breakfast!” Vi chuckled, one of your older records playing Our Love in the background to the moment.

You smiled softly, moving closer to Vi and holding her from behind as the slightly shorter woman made breakfast.

You didn’t know how to make pancakes, and hadn’t had them in… about twenty years- you were twenty-four.

“D’you happen to posses any tea?” You asked as you pressed your face into the nape of her neck. You’d always liked coffee but it was too many calories.

Vi responded, “Got coffee, here.” You were handed Violet’s mug of coffee. You flushed, moving away and sitting up on the counter as you cradled it in your hands. You took a tiny sip, and immediately wanted to drink more. It was rich and sweet, with cream and what you could only assume was chocolate syrup.

Instead, you set the mug down so you wouldn’t drink anymore. After being shepherded to the table, a plate of pancakes with butter and strawberries was placed in front of you. Vi kissed your forehead then left to get her own plate, while you stared forlornly at the food.

You couldn’t eat. It was too many calories, and you would get fat. She wouldn’t love you anymore if you got fat. It wasn’t like you didn’t work out. It was just the example shown by your mother. “You eat to fulfill hunger, no more but always less.” Your mother’s voice rang in your head as you stared at the plate.