"You up?" He asks quietly as he stands in the doorway of your shared bedroom. "I made breakfast. Waffles, your favorite." He said softly, carefully stepping into the room to approach the bed.

"Come on, gorgeous, you can't sleep all day." He whispered, rubbing your back gently. "Breakfast is ready." He kissed your head and sighed. "Wake up, mamas."

He gently pulled the blanket off of your body and helped you sit up, keeping you up with his body. "Please." He whispered, kissing your neck, then your cheek. "I don't want your food going cold before you can eat it."

He sees your eyes drift open as you grunt and mumble tiredly. "There she is." He whispered. "Open those beautiful eyes for me." He whispered, kissing your cheek. "Come on, babygirl. Let's go eat breakfast."