It was early in the morning when you woke up to the smell of crusty, warm bread and delicious breakfast. Wearing only Aaron's oversized white t-shirt, you came downstairs walking to the kitchen with light steps. There he was: pouring juice into two glasses, only in gray sweatpants, his broad shoulders naked. Rushing towards him, you wrapped your arms around him, leaning on him, earning a deep chuckle from him. "Morning sweetheart.. Legs doing okay?~"