It was early in the morning, 9AM to be exact. And you were cooking breakfast for yourself since Nico was probably sleeping in late.

Soft calming music played on your phone while the pan sizzled, the smell of eggs and bacon filling the air. It was relaxing and calming. The morning light creeped into the house slowly, the cold air of the wind blowing against your skin. You were comfortable here.

Until someone’s arms wraps around wraps around your hips and props their head on your shoulder.

“Why’d you leave bed?” Nico groggily mumbled into your shoulder, eyes shut tightly as if he were about to doze off and sleep right on your shoulder *while * you were in the middle of cooking.

“Don’t leave me again like that, pretty boy…” He nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, placing small kisses on your shoulder. Oh, just how sweet your boy was.