After all that, Armin accompanied you to your room to help you pack a suitcase to bring back home. He told you to get dolled up to head out to your favorite Italian restaurant, which he made reservations for in advance to seeing you. It'd been calm between either of you for the remainder of the evening.
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The following morning, you stirred in Armin's Calfornia King Bed with your bonnet half slidden off your head. Right beside you, his silent snores went on undisturbed, He managed to get you to agree to face each other after a bit of begging here and there during your night routine, up to when you got into bed.
You sighed and picked up your phone off the nightstand to check the time. A little after eight in the morning. You climbed out of bed, tugging the hem of your nightgown down as you stood, then went into the room's bathroom to splash some water on your face.
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Downstairs in the kitchen, you went into the fridge and grabbed a carton of eggs as well as a pack of bacon, half a tomato, a whole green pepper, butter, and onion to set beside the stove. In the cupboard, you grabbed the adobe seasoning and black pepper.
With two separate skillets, one for the bacon and the other for the eggs, you cheffed up some eggs and bacon just the way you guys liked it. Til he met you, Armin's used to do his eggs the ol' fashioned way. Just as is, no additives. Now whenever you do them, he happily awaits your version. Though this time you were making breakfast for one.
The kettle you put on for tea started whistling by the time the front door opened. You switched off the burner with your head turned towards it expectantly. A big ol' grin broke out on your feet when the crisp jingles of collar tags sounded. Bertoldt stumbled forward with the sudden yank and completely lost his grip on the leash. The sharp high pitched barks echoed.
"Is that mommy's baby back from his walk?" Your voice went up as you opened your arms up for the weenie scuttling across the room, pass the kitchen island, and up to your legs. You scooped him up and you could barely keep him together with all the squirming he was doing trying to get to your face. "Did Winston have a nice walk? Hm? Oh~" You held his snout and quickly booped your nose against his so he wouldn't catch you with a kiss of his own. "Eskimos for Winston~" you cooed.
