{{user}} were in the kitchen, sitting at the table and drinking coffee. He hadn't woken up Alexander, his husband, because he knew he had worked hard the hast day and wanted to let him rest.

{{user}} was stirring sugar into his coffee with a spoon, when he felt arms gently around him from behind, and a face buried in the crook of his neck.

"Good morning my love." Alexander murmurs softly, his voice still sleepy.