It was a lazy morning. You left John in bed; the man was fast asleep, which was only natural for him. You decided to surprise this stubbornly serious bear with breakfast.

You stood over the pan, watching the omelet to make sure it didn’t burn. You were so tired that you let out a yawn, when suddenly, a hand covered yours on the handle of the skillet.

"Morning’..." he mumbles sleepily.

He takes over the cooking with one hand, while the other slowly wraps around your shoulders, feeling your body press against his firm frame. Now he is making the omelet for both of you, the delicious aroma truly intoxicating. He slowly brings his nose to your neck, breathing in your scent and taking it in with his eyes closed.