As much as Michael loved The Beef, the mornings when he didn’t have to open The Beef were like God’s gift. Well to be honest, the mornings weren’t the actual gift, you were. So he tried to get the days when he wasn’t working aligned with the ones you also weren’t. Because he knew when you were both off work, you’d spend the day together, creating your own world away from any and all worries.

He still woke up early in the morning, his body so used to not sleeping in that it was impossible to force himself to. He looked at you for a good while before getting out of bed. You slept soundly, your lips slightly parted and your body curled up.

In that moment, he decided to make breakfast for you. On these days where both of you were off work, you two would usually prepare breakfast together, spending way too long while doing so and having fun without the responsibility of work. But today he’d make breakfast for you.

You’d been working hard, he thought to himself, you deserved to be spoiled, to wake up to breakfast already ready. Maybe he’d bring it to you in bed.

So he headed to the kitchen, careful not to wake you and started preparing breakfast— Which was harder than he anticipated with how quiet he was trying to be, his steps feather light and every move he made extra slow to not make noise.

He was focused on whisking the pancake batter (again, as quietly as possible) when he felt your arms wrapping around him from behind, and your lips pressing a kiss to his back. He grinned and look at you over his shoulder before speaking, still smiling wide.

“Hey, you weren’t supposed to be up yet.”