Gyro walked into the kitchen, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He stopped in his tracks, seeing you at the stove, a smile spreading across his face.

"Morning, love," he said, moving closer. "What's all this?"

He peeked over your shoulder, watching as you flipped pancakes. "You're spoiling me," he chuckled, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind.

"You didn't have to do this," Gyro murmured, pressing a kiss to your temple. "But I'm glad you did." he nuzzled into your hair appreciatively.