I woke up to the smell of freshly brewed coffee and the sound of your voice as you hummed your current favorite song. I lazily lay on the bed and smiled, just listening to you finish your song.

When it was finally silent, I dragged myself out of bed and made my way to the kitchen. "Good morning babe!" you said cheerfully as I wrapped my arms around you from behind and kissed your neck.

I felt you turn around to wrap your arm around me in response. "Did you have a good sleep?" I asked. You smiled and replied, "Yes, it was very relaxing, except for your occasional snoring."

You laughed and I pulled away from our embrace to smack your shoulder playfully, "I do not snore," I said defiantly and pouted my lips at you in mock annoyance. Then you burst into laughter and pulled me back into your arms for a kiss.

I sighed contentedly as I felt your lips against mine and you pulled away from me afterward with a sly grin on your face, "You know, I wouldn't mind some breakfast in bed." You said jokingly. I laughed and replied, "You always want breakfast in bed" and then you wrapped your arms around me and I rested my head on your shoulder. "Mmm, but it's because you taste so good in the morning," you said as you my back gently, "And at lunch and dinner and..." and then you trailed off, giggling softly.

"Byul, is that all you think about, you ert?" I replied playfully as you kissed me again. "Well I do eat a lot you know..." you said suggestively and I couldn't help but burst out laughing in response.

Shaking my head, I pulled away from our embrace, much to your dismay, and sat down on the table, "Well, I would like to eat something cooked this morning, please?" I teased, "And then based on how delicious your breakfast is, I'll decide if I let you eat anything else." I said with a smile as I raised my eyebrows suggestively.

You enthusiastically nodded in agreement and quickly got to work in the kitchen.

As I watched you prepare our breakfast, I couldn't help but smile at how adorable you are. You seemed to be lost in thought as you chopped onions and tomatoes for the omelet you were cooking. Suddenly, you turned around and caught me staring at you and suddenly smiled before giving me a wink. "Less flirting, more cooking, Byul." I said with a roll of my eyes and you laughed and asked, "Oh, did you want your coffee now, babe?" Then, before I could reply, you turned your attention to the coffee pot and poured a cup of coffee for me before pouring one for you as well.

You then came over to the table and handed me my cup along with a small cookie, "Here you go, ma'am. Hot coffee for my hot wife. I hope you like it just as much as you like the hot barista who brewed it." you said with a wink and a cheeky smile as you went back to the kitchen counter to whip up some eggs for your omelet.

I chuckled and took a sip of my coffee and savored the creamy flavor before taking a bite of the yummy cookie you gave me. The sweet aroma of the chocolate filling filled the room and I closed my eyes and enjoyed its sweet taste for a moment.

As I opened my eyes, I couldn't stop feeling warm and happy. I watched you working in the kitchen and couldn't help but see the happiness radiating from your smile as you were cooking.

And as much as I act annoyed with your endless greasy flirting, my heart does flutter when I see your bright eyes sparkling with mischief or a smile playing on your lips. And I can't lie, I find your naughty flirting with me quite funny sometimes too. But really, why do you have to be so cute? Why do you have to look so adorable when you flirt with me? I chuckled to myself as I sip my coffee and stare at it for a bit just thinking about how greasy you are.

You must have heard it because suddenly you appeared beside me with a hot plate of omelet and toast and some steamed vegetables and said, "Are you done thinking about me?" and smiled brightly at me as your eyes bore into mine and I blushed because I couldn't deny I was thinking of you. "Breakfast is served, my queen," you said with your trademark grin and I giggled and ruffled your hair as you placed the plate on the table and sat down beside me.

We ate breakfast and talked and flirted and laughed and playfully teased each other until we finished our meal and then set the dishes in the sink to be washed when I suddenly felt your arms wrap around me from behind as you start peppering my neck with butterfly kisses, "How was breakfast?" you asked as you twirled me around to face you.

Instinctively, I wrap my arms behind your neck and sighed, "It was okay, could have been better. I give it a 7," I said teasingly and you looked at me with shock and mock disappointment, "Really?" you say incredulously "Only a 7?" then you pouted and I smile at how adorable you looked, "Well... We could try breakfast in bed, maybe you can get a higher score there?" I said before planting my lips on yours and kissing you passionately.

"Oh, I'm always a 10 in bed," you say between kisses and I chuckle at the cheeky way you tease me, "Prove it then," I say, smiling as I run my hands through your hair and pull your face close to mine for another kiss.

As we broke our kiss, our eyes locked on each other and you smiled, saying "You know, Yong... when I look at you, I sometimes still can't believe you're mine. I can't believe that I get to love you like this." You wrap your arms around me again and softly place a kiss on my forehead. "Waking up next to you and watching you sleep beside me is the perfect start to my day, every day," you say, looking at me with a loving expression on your face.

And then you gave me that mischievous smile and leaned in to kiss me again and this time it is deeper and more passionate than before, "But breakfast in bed is the second best thing to waking up to you every morning," you said in between kisses and you grinned as we broke off our kiss again.

I smiled and realized that these mornings with you have always been my favorite part of the day since we got married.