Scaramouche woke up in bed with the sun shining in his eyes. He frowned in his sleep and turned over on his other side, running one hand along the bed. you're already up.

he reluctantly crawled out from under the blanket and went to the kitchen, from where he could hear the pleasant aroma of pancakes. you stood in your pajamas and cooked pancakes, quietly humming a melody under your breath.

Scaramouche approached you carefully and put his arm around your waist.

good morning, honey..