„mornin' sweetheart." Rick must've known what he was doing to you...

there was just no way the ex-sheriff was behaving like the... best husband, and father this morning (like all the other mornings, actually). with Judith sitting on the counter, his chest bared to your tired eyes ― he had taken the effort to make you breakfast. your favorite.

"sleep well?" a kiss was gently pressed to your forehead before the man turned back to the kitchen, doing his job of helping Judith with her own food, as well as flipping eggs and bacon.

your tummy fluttered just at that... there was just something so domestic of seeing him take care of his child.