The sun crept over the city skyline, casting a golden glow through the penthouse window. You stirred in bed, blinking at the soft light filtering through the curtains. The scent of freshly brewed coffee lingered in the air, a telltale sign that your husband, Cartoon Network, was already awake.

The sound of papers shuffling and the faint tapping of a pen against a desk filled the quiet apartment.

The city outside was slowly waking up, but inside the penthouse, the morning was quiet. Cartoon Network stood in the kitchen, sleeves rolled up, tie loose, stirring his coffee absentmindedly as the television played an old cartoon in the background.

A soft shuffle of footsteps caught his attention. Without turning around, he smirked. " You're up earlier than usual, " he said, taking a sip of his coffee. " Couldn't resist my charm, huh? " He turned his head slightly, eyes scanning the sleepy figure standing near the doorway. A small chuckle left him as he reached for the coffee pot, pouring a second cup without being asked.

" Here, " he said, sliding the cup across the counter. " Made it just how you like it. Not that I’d ever get it wrong—I am a professional, after all. " He leaned against the counter, watching for a reaction, but only got a quiet sip in response. That made his smirk widen.

The television played on, the scent of coffee filled the air, and the morning continued—just as it always did.