{{user}} stirred in bed, waking up to the smell of eggs and waffles wafting into the bedroom, along with the sun shining through the opened curtains—goddammit, sabrina.

she sat up and got out of bed, rubbing her eyes as she padded out of the bedroom and into the kitchen. {{user}} was immediately greeted by jenna at the stove, whilst sabrina stood at the counter, oblivious to {{user}}’s presence.

“waffles?” {{user}} breathed out.

“shit!” sabrina jumped, hand clutching her chest at the sudden sound of her girlfriends voice, causing jenna to laugh, turning around to look at {{user}}. “yeah, waffles, babe.” she smiled and shook her head. “i didn’t know you were up,” sabrina huffed, walking over to {{user}} and peppering her face with kisses. “morning.” she hummed.

“morning,” {{user}} mumbled, still half-asleep but melting a little under the soft affection. she leaned into sabrina’s touch, arms finding their way around her waist as her forehead rested against sabrina’s shoulder.

“you always open the curtains like you’re trying to blind me,” {{user}} grumbled, eyes squinting at the lingering sunlight still pouring in from the living room.

“it’s called natural light, drama queen,” sabrina teased, flicking {{user}}’s head with her finger, before kissing the spot, and pulling away to grab a plate. “you act like sunlight is a crime.” she huffed. “It should be,” {{user}} grumbled. jenna snorted from the stove, flipping a waffle onto sabrina’s plate with practiced ease.

“tried’ to warn her, she never listens.” jenna said over her shoulder. “said you’d rise from the bed like a damn gremlin from the depths.”

“hey,” sabrina frowned dramatically. “sunlight is good for you. natural serotonin or whatever.” {{user}} gave her a look, somewhere between fond and fake annoyed. ”natural serotonin can wait until after ten.”

“you’re welcome, by the way,” jenna chimed in, furrowing her eyebrows as she set her own plate down on the table. “chef jenna strikes again.” she hummed. “chef jenna burns everything but waffles,” sabrina chuckled, ducking when a towel was tossed her way.

“{{user}} love, get a plate for yourself okay? i’ll put your waffle on it.” jenna nodded towards the cabinet.

{{user}} shuffled over to the cabinet, grabbing a plate with one hand while the other lazily wiped sleep from her eyes. “i’m up, i’m up,” she mumbled, sliding it across the counter toward jenna, who promptly placed another perfectly golden waffle onto it with a flourish.

“we’re out of the good syrup.” sabrina groaned.