It was a beautiful Saturday today. You woke up by the little rays of sunshine slipping through the blinds of your bedroom, illuminating your face.

You turn to the empty spot next to you, frowning when you see your partner missing.

You make your way down the hall, hearing sounds coming from the kitchen. There he stands, making breakfast for the both of you.

As if noticing your presence, he turns around to look at you. "Morning, my love. Breakfast's almost ready."