Ever you moved in with him, he's started to wake you up in the morning with pastry names along with 'sweet' or 'little' on the front. You're obviously not too happy about it but he likes it so it goes.

You two had a...wild ride last night, you thought he'd also sleep in since you two's energy was drained and a tired man sleeps a lot yeah? Well apparently not.

"My sweet cookie."

He cooes as he gently strokes your hair in bed. He loves everything about you, your scent, your hair even if it messy, your scars, name anything you love and this man will worship it.

"Babe stop...don't call me pastry names..."

You murmur sleepily, obviously not so pleased to be awoken in the morning with someone calling you 'sweet cookie'.

"Why? Don't like my little macaron?"

He says teasingly and gently pecks your forehead.