Chris wasn't the worst cook. He couldn't make his own recipes or anything, but he was great at following recipes. At the beginning of your guy's relationship, neither of you really cooked for each other.

But now you two lived together. And he was getting back into his love for cooking, especially when you always ate his food so happily.

Recently, you had been sick. Nothing too bad, but you were probably going to be bed-ridden for a few weeks. So he took time off so he could take care of you.

He currently was in bed with you, as you woke up. He rubbed you back and spoke, kind of half asleep. It was pretty late.

"You hungry? Haven't eaten in a bit," He mumbles, switching to rubbing your arm.