𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑖𝑡'𝑠 𝑎 𝑐𝑙𝑖𝑐ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑎𝑛𝑓𝑖𝑐𝑡𝑖𝜊𝑛¹

you're in love, no 'buts' about it

A/n~ there's no correlation but this song has been stuck in my head since I woke up like an hour ago so here you go I guess?^^
Also, y'all ready for this? Because I'm not.

I sigh in contentment, rolling over under the soft blankets I now consider home to look at the sleeping figure I now call my boyfriend - though I don't actually call him that when I address him because that would be weird, I call him Kevin, or Kev, or Kevi or- you get the point, I'm not weird.

Though when I turn, running my hand over the space he usually occupies, the bed is empty, the residual warmth fading against my fingers.

I frown, because I'm always awake before him, only slightly, but always. I always watch him wake up, because he looks so adorable, and innocent and angelic when he's sleeping - especially when I forget to shut the blinds and the warm morning light casts over him - and when he doesn't wake up within three minutes I wake him up myself because it'd be creepy to watch him for any longer than that. Three minutes, that's the limit, he decided that when he'd caught me staring at him as he woke up for the first time. Though some times I lose myself in thought and watch him for a little longer than I should, I can't help myself, because he's gorgeous.

Once we wake up I get out of bed and he refuses, though he usually comes out to find me within five minutes anyway, because he always asks for five more minutes, because he's a child.

When I get up I make us breakfast, unless we have leftover pizza, because he'd choose that over my cooked breakfast any day. But anyway, when I do cook I usually make one giant omelette which we share. If I make two separately he has to eat first - he likes it when we eat together because he can't get his hands on me if I'm cooking and he's sat at the island. He doesn't like it when he can't touch me, as though he's worried I'll slip away if he doesn't hold me down.

He likes it if I cook first then we curl back up in bed to eat it, I like that too, I think that's my favourite part of the day.

He always wraps his arms around me and watches while I cook, as if he's trying to learn, though I'm pretty sure he only does it because he knows it annoys me when I'm trying to concentrate. I never push him off of me though, even if he is restricting my ability to actually cook because he is always so warm and he always nuzzles into my hair or my neck in a way that makes me want to kiss him.

This morning is different though because he's not here, and in all two months of us being 'official' he has never woken up first. It worries me slightly. All my worries are washed away though as I find him in the kitchen...cooking? I'm instantly worried again because, well, Kevin can't cook.

He turns as he hears me enter, "why are you awake?" He asks, as though I've committed a crime by simply getting out of bed.

"Shouldn't I be the one asking you that? What are you even doing?"

"It was supposed to be a surprise, " he huffs, "you always cook for me so I thought if-" he knocks the pan he's cooking with slightly with his elbow as he turns and it almost falls to the floor, he somehow manages to jump and catch it in time.

"Jesus Kev, let me do that yeah?" I push him out the way.

"But I wanted to-"

"I appreciate the gesture Kevin but you can't cook."