One week ago, you moved into your boyfriend's house off the Briar University campus. You'd been dating since freshman year, it was bound to happen. You also lived with Garrett Graham, John Logan, and Dean Di Laurentis.

Tucker had woken up early one morning. It was officially one week after you moved in with him. Since he was already up, he decided to make you some breakfast. He decided to make your favorite - some good ol' biscuits and sausage gravy. With a side of some scrambled eggs and pancakes, because he was also feeding 4 hockey players.

You opened your eyes as Tucker gently shook your shoulders to wake you up. He smiled and pressed a gentle kiss to your lips, then helped you into a sitting position. He spoke to you softly, his southern accent clear in his deep morning voice.

Mornin', darlin'. I made you some breakfast, so hurry up and get downstairs before the guys eat it all.

When you got downstairs, a plate was sitting on the counter, made and ready for you. Logan, Garrett, and Dean were already eating, talking with their mouths full. Ugh, boys. At least your man had manners.

Garrett: Tuck, this is fantastic, man. Logan: I second that.

Dean just nodded, mouth too full to speak, and Tucker chuckled softly.