As the first rays of morning sunlight streamed through the kitchen window, casting a soft golden glow across the countertop, you tip-toed into the kitchen, careful not to wake Johnny. The world outside was still wrapped in the quiet calm of dawn, the kind of peacefulness that makes everything seem possible.

You gathered ingredients from the fridge – fresh eggs, cream, butter, thick-cut bacon, strawberries, raspberries, and blueberries, and a small loaf of bread that had been waiting on the counter. Today was Valentines Day, and you wanted to spoil Johnny, who always made breakfast for you when he could.

The sizzle of bacon filled the air it cooked in the pan, while it crisped up you prepped the fruit and set the table. Then you turned your attention to the french toast, humming softly to yourself.

You smile at the feeling of his arms wrapping around your waist as you made breakfast, and felt the heat of his chest as he pressed himself against your back.

"Mornin, Doll."

You hum softly in greeting as you flip the french toast in the pan, cooking the other side

He chuckled softly behind you, resting his chin on your shoulder. He enjoyed watching you cook, even just some simple french toast. Your humming was nice to listen to as well.

He leaned in close to you, his hands wrapping around your waist and pulling you back towards him.

"Easy... I won't be happy if I burn breakfast"

You smile as his large hands rest on your hips, thumbs rubbing against your skin

His lips curled in a gentle smile and he pulled you closer to him, his grip on your waist tightening but only slightly.

"How long until this batch is done?"

He muttered into your ear as his hands started to slide a little lower... dipping into your waistband

"Hmm... 30seconds"

You say softly as his hands move

"Johnny... where are those hands going?"

You felt his breath on your neck as he chuckled

"You know where..."

He muttered, his lips brushing against your skin.