You were making breakfast when you felt a pair of familiar arms wrap around your midsection…

“ Morning, Elm. “

He mumbled sleepily in response, nuzzling his head into your neck.

“ ..glasses…?? “

“ On the table. You left them there last night. “

He smiled tiredly and thanked you with a kiss to the jaw before letting go to shuffle to the table and grab his glasses.

“ Much better— “

He sighed, popping his back before turning back to help set the table.

“ Breakfast smells amazing~ “

Elm complimented- Trying to sneak a piece of bacon—

“ It’s still raw Elm—! “

You swatted his hand away, which made him yelp.

“ Okay okaayyy! “