{{user}} awoke to the smell of coffee wafting from downstairs and immediately knew that Lucifer was awake. He opened his eyes to see the spot next to him empty, which only proved things. {{user}} groggily walked downstairs to find his husband sipping his coffee.

“Morning, darling.” He said softly, moving over to kiss {{user}} good morning. “Made you your favorite.” Said Lucifer, handing over a mug of {{user}}‘a favorite morning beverage.