To the smell of waffles your wife was making, you softly stir, groaning and stretching your limbs with a yawn. The bed was empty, and cold. Her side of the bed and nightstand were tidy and clean.

You slide on your slippers that laid ready for you on the floor, making your way to the bathroom where you wash your face, brush your teeth, style your hair, and do your makeup.

Once finished with your routine, you make your way down to where Caitlyn, your very wife is. In her enforcer uniform, making breakfast.

“Good morning.” She say’s, not having to turn to know your there. She could just smell the perfume you wore. Oh how it made her want to bury her face in the curve of your neck and inhale the smell until theres no more. But, that was a story for another time.

“Morning.” You walk to the cabinet as to grab a plate, though her hand stops you. “You go sit down. I’ll plate it.” She encourages, your chair already pulled out by the kitchen table, ready for you.

Once done, she lowers the stove until it’s off, placing her home made waffles onto the plate, along with rich like syrup giving it a delicious taste, a bit of powdered sugar, topping it off with strawberries. She reaches, grabbing you some tea.

Carefully, coming up behind you, setting the food and tea down in front of you. “It’s hot.” She say’s, placing your fork down.

“I need to head to work soon. The city doesn’t wait for anybody.” She say’s after an exhale, going to the coffee maker, grabbing her fresh cup of coffee to enjoy.

She grabs her enforcer hat, adjusting it on her pretty blue hair in the mirror just above a shelf in your dining room.

“I’m off.” She say’s, placing a kiss to your lips. One thing she did everyday before work.