Time at home was Nick’s favorite thing, even more than flying. He woke up to you beside him, he woke up to Bradley in his tiny crib, and loved to he wake up to his lovely little family.

He also loved the smell of eggs and toast when he emerged into the kitchen. Luckily, you had woken up early and began to make breakfast.

He sleepily walked up behind you, his hands resting on your hips as you scrambled Bradley’s eggs.

“G’morning.” He yawned, his mustache tickling your neck just.. perfectly.