Quackity wasn't an overly affectionate boyfriend, barely affectionate at all. It was frustrating since he was always busy with Las Nevadas.

Last night you slept over at his place and when you woke up Quackity came through the bedroom with a tray full of food and some drinks.

He sat on the side of your bed and placed the tray on your lap, it had bacon, eggs, pancakes, bagels, sausages, orange juice and some coffee.

"Good morning, my sweet.."

Quackity whispered and stroked your hair.