Breakfast In Bed

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I yawned gently stretching my arms feeling the bed was empty, the light coming in though the windows into the basement apartment, I couldn't hear the little wood clacking of chess pieces or the whistling of the kettle. It puzzled me but maybe he had gone out without me or something and I nuzzled with the pillow trying to get back to sleep.

I heard a creak making me sit up a little confused I sat up in the bed keeping the cosy covers around me closely the little glass door of our bedroom creaked open and I saw a strange slight.

Benny stood by the door in his jeans, barefoot, his blue floral robe around his shoulders, his chains against his bare chest, his chin and upper lip graced with the spikey hair as usual, his hair a little messy but he had clearly fixed it to some extent. He smiled to me as he held a tray, He came over to me as I sat up more and he kneeled next to me on the bed putting the tray over my lap, there was a hot steaming cup of coffee in my favourite mug, A tall milk glass beside it with the carton of apple juice by the glass, some toast the little toast tray, the little bowl of fruity granola cereal with a few slices of strawberry mixed in, A Half a grapefruit on a little plate with a nice spoon, a little plate of bacon with the fat cut off and chopped up into little bacon bits, and a fried egg with two yokes fried to look like eyes.

"Good morning Sweetheart" he smiled

"Hello Benny..." I said slightly suspicious

"Happy Valentine's day my queen" he says giving my cheek a kiss

I didn't respond slightly glaring at him confused and purplexed by it all

"what?" He laughs

"what's going on?"

"I made you breakfast in bed"

".... Is it poisoned?"

"What? why would you think that?"

"You've never made me breakfast in bed before."

"It is valentines day sweetheart" he shrugs "I like spoiling you sometimes" He says kissing my temple "Eat up before it goes cold"

".... I'm still suspicious" I said as I began eating and drinking

"am I not allowed to do something nice for you?" he laughs leaning on the dresser crossing his arms over his chest

"You don't usually. not not this... affectionate and kind. and loving"

"I'm not allowed to show you I love you?"

"It's just... Unusual that's all Benny"

"Alright, I'll go run your bubble bath" He says kissing my head

"Bubble bath?" I asked "who are you and what have you done with my husband?"
"Would you prefer I be a dick to you?"
"Yes I would it would be much less jaring" I said as I finished up "but thank you for breakfast in bed Benny"
"Your welcome" he says giving my lips a little kiss sitting back in the bed with me "you look imesurably beautiful today my queen" he says fixing my hair for me
"Aww thank you benny" I smiled hugging him tightly "you look increadly handsome as always" I giggled
"Thank you sweetheart, now one of your presents is going to go in the nice bubble bath, I got you one of those fancy ones you like. So did you want to go see your other present?" He offered and I nodded so he gently helped me out of bed and covered my eyes as we walked out the bedroom and into the apartment a few steps before "ta da" he says moving his hands from my eyes and I saw the cute little pastel blue crib tight to the wall surrounded by toys
"Aww Benny! It's lovely!" I smiled giving him a tight cuddle "thank you"
"Your welcome, I know it's technically a present for baby but I thought you'd like it" he says stroking my baby bump
"I love it" I giggled giving him a kiss
"Baby like it?"
"I think so, we'll see when she's bored" I smiled "would you like your presents?"
"Well, if I could have them"
"You can have one the other one in saving for after dinner tonight"
"Ooohh? Why is that?"
"You'll see" I giggled going to the bedroom getting his present from where I hid it he happily took it ripping at it like an excited child
"Hu" he gasped in excitement "Master moves and world championship games 1932-1966" he read excitedly "ummmmm I love you so much" he says hugging me tighly
"I love you too benny" I smiled.

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