“Thank you.” Spencer whispered as we parted from our kiss.

“For what?”

Spencer looked at me with a genuine loving smile, “Everything.”

I kissed her again. How did I get so lucky? How did we end up back together like nothing had ever happened between the two of us? It was ironic. It’s unbelievable, but I wasn’t complaining.

“Do you want some breakfast?”

She let out a small snicker, “Are you actually going to cook?! I’m usually always the one in the kitchen.”

“I can cook…sometimes. But if you want it I will figure out how to make it.”

“Hmm…let’s see what kind of adventure I can send you on in the kitchen.”

“Whoa, whoa…nothing too big. We both know that I’m not the cook. We’re talking something simple. Ya know, waffles, pancakes, French toast, cereal. Those kinda things.”

“Well, waffles do sound nice.”

“Alright. You stay here and I’ll go downstairs and start cooking.” I got up out of the bed, not letting go of her hand until the very last moment.

I walked downstairs, smiling the whole way. When I got into the kitchen I grabbed the box of waffle mix that I had bought (my little secret). I found the other ingredients that I needed and grabbed a bowl. I found the waffle iron and plugged it in to heat up while I mixed everything together. As soon as I had everything mixed and ready I poured the waffle mix onto the iron, closing it as soon as I had enough in each area. While I waited for them to cook I got out the orange juice and poured a glass for both Spencer and I. I hunted down the syrup and awaited the still cooking waffles.

“Mmm…it smells good.” Spencer came up behind me, wrapping her arms around my waist.

“Aww, you were supposed to stay upstairs. I was gonna bring you breakfast in bed.”

“I got lonely.” She put her head on my shoulder, watching the waffles with me.

I leaned my head back on her shoulder, “Ya know…you’re too cute during the morning.”

She began placing feather light kisses on my neck, “Am I, now?”