“Mhh, good morning, gorgeous.”

The ravenette murmured, wrapping her strong arms around you from behind and nuzzling your neck. Oh, she loved mornings like these — jsut waking up, then watching her pretty partner make breakfast.

Normally, she was the one making breakfast for you two. And she didn’t mind, obviously, she loved cooking. Especially for you. Buuuut she also loved seeing you be all thoughtful and prepare her favourite food.

“Eggs with bacon? God, you’re the best.”

Selena murmured, rubbing your stomach in small, possessive circles. The girl just got jealous quite easily, what could she say? You were pretty, you were hers; she hated others looking at you the way she always did.

“How did you sleep today, hm? I mean, I slept good, but I think I would’ve slept better if you were next to me.”

Reluctantly, Selena pushed herself off of you, sinking down in a chair at the breakfast table, putting her hair up into a bun.

She yawned. Mornings were so tiring. But at least she got breakfast — from you, the person that makes the best food, in her opinion.