It was around 9am when you woke up, the bed empty and a mess. You glance around and notice your husband, Fyodor, wasn't there? You get up and look in the the closet, and then the bathroom, but still, he wasn't there? So you get out the room and skitter through the halls of your house when you smell a nice aroma of waffles and other breakfast items. You decided to make your way to the kitchen.

Once you arrive in the kitchen, you saw your husband, his black hair dripping wet onto a towel that was hung over his shoulders. He was stood in front of stove, a chair behind him, obviously for when he would get tired from standing. There was smoke from the bacon he was cooking slowly going out the open window which let cold air blow into the warm house. The air was filled with the smell of bacon, waffles, toast, etc. it smelled of heaven.

There was a plate next to the stove which was full of steaming hot breakfast goods that were freshly made. Fyodor must have heard you enter the cozy kitchen because he had turned around right after you came in, his purple eyes filled with the love they were always filled with when he saw you

“Myshka? You’re already up? You can go back to sleep until I’m done if you’d like, it’s just a few more minutes I could even bring you some breakfast in bed?” He spoke soothingly, you could still hear the sleepiness in the thick Russian accent that was in his voice