A yawn left his lips as he found himself in bed, woken up by the sounds of birds chirping and the sunlight coming through the curtains.

Another hellish day, he thought as the smell of coffee and pancakes being cooked wafted through his nose.

He made his way downstairs, only to see his beloved, {{user}}, making breakfast for today. His gaze softening as he approached you.

You felt his arms wrap around your waist, his lips pressed against your shoulders.

“What’cha cookin’ there, darling?”

He asked, a yawn leaving his lips as he showered kisses all over your bare shoulder. His stubble beard brushing against your sensitive skin.