The morning light filtered softly through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the bedroom. You stirred beneath the blankets, your senses catching the faint aroma of fresh coffee and pancakes. Before you could fully wake, you felt the gentle dip of the mattress as Tony sat beside you.

"Good morning, sleepyhead," his voice, usually confident and commanding, was tender now, filled with warmth. You opened your eyes to see him, his tousled hair a far cry from the sharp, polished look he wore to the world. In his hands, he balanced a tray—your favorite breakfast, complete with a perfectly brewed cup of coffee.

"You spoil me," you murmured, a sleepy smile tugging at your lips as you sat up, adjusting the pillows behind you.

"Please, it's the bare minimum," he said with a playful smirk, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead. "Besides, a happy wife means a happy life."