“Love,” A voice cooed into your ears, making you shift on the bed with your hands clutching onto the soft comforter with your eyes still clutched shut. You remained stagnant, lightly shaking your head as a sign you didn’t want to even move but you couldn’t when a hand was patting your bottom.

“Hey, you. Wake up for a second, please?” He tried sounding as sweet as he could be but it was useless.

He sounded like the most angelic thing in the world, your eyes could help but peel open with a soft groan – one in which, made his heart leap just listening to your voice. The way you sat up on the bed after a few grunts, the comforter wrapped around your body as it was the only thing covering your skin from his view. He chuckled, sitting down on the bed where he placed a hand on your cheek as your eyes were still closed – sleepy from what took place last night.

On his bed…

“Love, hey, wake up…”

You whined a little, shaking your body where the comforter slipped down a little to expose your beautiful shoulder. In which, you didn’t even notice as you were rubbing your face, his hand moving away to stare down on your beauty that made his lips form a curve just looking down on you.

“What is it…?” You muttered under your breath, your hands busy covering your face to block the light entering your eyes.

“I’m going out for a while.” Lay spoke up, causing you to open your eyes where you lightly glared at him. He flinched a little, giving you a sheepish smile when you said, “You woke me up just for that?”

“Love, I-“ He couldn’t finish what he had to say when you fell back on the bed, rolling on the bed where you let your back face him. He snickered at you, deciding to walk around the bed where he knelt down in front of you with his hand on your cheek, “Love, I’m talking to you.”

Your eyes peeked at him, “You said you were going out.”

He pouted, “Yeah but…”

Your eyes opened properly, lifting a hand to lap it over his, “But?”

He bit his lower lip, shyly mumbling, “I want to eat your special pancakes…”

You nearly choked on your laughter, sitting up where you looked down on him with a grin, “You what?”

He shook his head with a sigh, getting up from the floor with blushed cheeks. “N-Nothing. I’ll just go now…”

You couldn’t help but grin at him as he slowly, yet whiningly walked away from you, causing you to sit up properly where you called him out, “Hey, idiot.”

He looked at you, halting his tracks where he let out a soft ‘yes?’.

“Pass me a shirt or something.”

He pursued his lips, reaching for a large t-shirt by the sofa before he tossed it to you. Swiftly you put it on, getting off the bed where you walked past him, heading out of the bedroom door. Lay furrowed his eyebrows, lips parted as he followed behind you – where the hell were you going? What happened to going back to sleep?

“Love, what are yo-“ His voice trailed off when he could see that you were already pulling out the ingredients you needed to make the pancakes from the fridge, a pan on the stove with you swiping on an apron.

As your hands started to mix the batter with a whisk, you could feel his hands pulling your hair back, tying it into a bun before his arms s around your waist with a kiss he planted on your neck, “Thank you, love…”

You snickered, lightly elbowing him, “I’ll have to teach you this recipe so you don’t wake me up next time.”

He a spot on your neck, before he resumed kissing your skin, making you feel tingles running up and down your spine as you tried to focus mixing the batter properly.

“L-Lay…”

“But I like it when you cook for me. I mean, I know I can make them on my own if you taught me but…”

You looked over your shoulder a little, locking gazes with him when he looked up to smirk at you, “But what?”

He went back to kissing your neck, “But you look so y with that apron…”

You couldn’t help but scoff at him, shaking your head as you mixed the batter, “Such a sweet talker.”

He grinned on your skin, “You’re sweeter.”