You woke up to the warm, homey smell of vanilla filling the air. Curious you tiptoed out from your room following the sickly sweet aroma. What you saw couldn't help but make you giggle: Warren stood at the kitchen humming to himself quietly to the tunes of metal rock while flipping the pancake his head bopping to the song set in concentration making sure it didn't burn.
You leant against the wall just watching your boyfriend cook before sneaking up behind him and ducking under his wings until you faced him grinning as you reached up to ruffle his golden curls.
Warren blushed in surprise a small, lopsided smile playing on his lips before he picked you up placing you gently on the breakfast bar stool as he served your favourite breakfast.
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