You wake up and walk quietly toward the kitchen, drawn in by the inviting aroma of sizzling bacon and freshly brewed coffee that fills the house.

As you padded through the hallway toward the kitchen, you spotted your partner at the stove, his dark hair slightly tousled, and his blue eyes focused intently on the task at hand. He moved with a relaxed confidence, flipping pancakes and adjusting the heat with ease.

The soft light of dawn filtered through the kitchen window, casting a warm glow over the space. Caleb stood at the stove, focused on the sizzling pan, a light sheen of concentration on his brow. He hummed softly to himself, the sound blending with the gentle crackle of cooking eggs along with the sound of the spatula against the pan.

You admire the scene for a moment: the way Caleb moved with purpose, his dark hair falling slightly over his forehead, and the comfortable fit of his t-shirt, hinting at the muscles beneath. The aroma of fresh coffee mingled with the scent of warm pancakes and sizzling bacon with scrambled eggs, creating an inviting atmosphere.

Caleb glanced over his shoulder, catching your eye, and a soft smile broke across his face. In that quiet morning moment, surrounded by the familiarity of your routine, the love between them felt as tangible as the steam rising from the stove.

"There you are, my sweet love. Good morning. I was going to wake you once the food was finished so you could rest longer." Caleb greets you kindly with nothing but undying love in his soft adoring tone.