It's Time (MITCHSEN)

3

Aubrey has always been an early riser. She always used to wake up at six in the morning, sometimes before, to workout and then get some things done before the rest of her day started.

At least, that's what used to happen.

When Aubrey and Beca first started fooling around and then dating, her schedule stayed the same. But then, they started staying the night at each other's places, discreetly of course, and it became hard to get up out of bed when she was wrapped in Beca's arms.

She was so warm and comfy, but also grumbly whenever Aubrey tried to maneuver out of her grasp.

It was adorable and she couldn't bring herself to get up so early.

At least at six.

The latest she got up was at seven, but a lot of the time Beca was able to make her stay for longer, especially on the weekends.

This weekend, Beca was able to keep her in bed until nine thirty.

What helped Beca reluctantly let her go was when Aubrey mentioned food.

"Baby," Aubrey whispered, wiggling in Beca's hold, "if you let me go I'll make you coffee and french toast."

Beca loved french toast. It was her go-to breakfast food.

Beca grumbled lightly, loosening her grip on Aubrey.

"Fine." Aubrey chuckled, pecking her forehead before she got out of bed.

Aubrey glided around the kitchen, making french toast, coffee, and she cut up a variety of fruit, mainly for herself.

When the french toast was ready and the coffee was brewing, Aubrey made her way back into their room.

Beca was on her side, hugging Aubrey's pillow, using it for her head, her mouth slightly open, hair a mess. Aubrey thought she was beautiful.

She straddled her side, using her hand to tame some of Beca's hair.

"Time to get up, Becs. Guess what today is?" Beca groaned in protest. "We meet the Bellas today. You have two hours."

"Two hours?" She moaned unhappily.

"Come on, lazy. Get up, I didn't get to workout because I was making you breakfast. You owe me," Aubrey stated and got up off Beca. "French toast and coffee is ready!" Aubrey called behind her.

Five minutes later, Beca came out into the kitchen, rubbing her eye with a yawn, listening to the music that played softly in the background.

She went over, kissing Aubrey on the cheek as she took in her plate of three slices of french toast, fruit on the side, bottle of syrup beside the plate, and a mug of coffee.

"Thank you, Bree. I'll make breakfast next time, promise."

"You don't get up early enough for that," Aubrey stated as she stabbed a piece of fruit wi the her fork, bringing it to her mouth.

"Excuse you. I was just up the other night super early. Before you!"

"Will you do it again though?" Aubrey raised an eyebrow and Beca slumped.

"I don't know. Maybe. When and if I do, I'll make you breakfast!"

"You better," Aubrey sang. "You ready for today?"

"I think so. Yes I am." Beca gave Aubrey a smile.

"Good. You caused lots of messages to roll in yesterday and you haven't even answered them. They're still going," Aubrey mentioned.