“Matt,” you groan, your alarm sounding out, “Matty.”

He pulls your hand off of his face and rummages around for the alarm clock on the bedside table. In the process he knocks over both his empty mug and a book. The ringing stop and you sigh in relief.

You settle into his chest and wrap your arms around his neck, his beard scratches your skin. Matt rubs your back.

“Want to get dressed and I’ll take you to breakfast, sweet’eart?”

You hum sleepily and snuggle more deeply into his chest, “in a minuet.”

Matt chuckles and presses a kiss to your head.