John never usual sleeps in, not even on days he should be exhausted from having dealt with world ending threats. You would usually wake up to the smell of breakfast, or alone if there was an emergency. It was a routine you had become accustomed to, but when you roll over in the morning, you find that John is still asleep next to you. Just to make sure, you check the time. He had definitely slept in.

You go still, tracing the shape of his nose gently. It makes him stir, his arms tightening around you for a moment. His eyes open, and he leans down to give you a tiny kiss. You don't mind, just wonder quietly what made him stay in bed this morning.

"I wanted to spend a lazy morning with you," he answers your thoughts easily, gently tucking some hair behind your ear. He smiles briefly. "Sorry. You do not mind if I cook later, do you?"