12:15 PM
Luke woke up in the happiest of moods, despited the thing that happened last night. He didn't know if it was because the next day he would be getting down on one knee, but he knew for certain that he wanted to keep that thought out of his head. The last thing he needed was to scare himself again or perhaps make himself nervous.
Luke got out of bed, took a shower, and brushed his teeth before heading to the kitchen. He wanted to make it up to Skylar for how he's been acting. It's not fair to her if he acts like a complete idiot and he doesn't tell her why. He usually tells her everything, but this time, he simply can't. So he's going to make her breakfast in bed.
When he reached the kitchen, he stood there and stared at all of the cabnets that held the variety of foods that him and Skylar buy on a biweekly basis. He honestly had no idea where to start, but he supposed that making sure they had things to make breakfast with before he warmed up the pan would be best.
After a few minutes of searching the food, he decided to make her an omelet, pour her some orange juice, and then give her one of those muffins that she always buys from the store.
Luke cannot believe how he's been acting. He understands that he keeps putting himself in that state of panic, but he needs to try his hardest to keep his mind clean until the next day, which is going to be hard because it seems as if time with Skylar can drag out - not in a bad way.
Luke feels bad that he's actually made Skylar - the girl that he loves with his entire existence - feel as if he was going to break up with her. He knows, much to his dismay, that he will most likely scare himself again tonight since it's the last night to sleep until the big day, but he's going to try and make it seem as if he's okay. Upsetting Skylar the day before he proposes doesn't sound very appealing.
Luke smiled as he set everything up on the plates that he made for him and Sylar, except for his, he didn't add the muffin because he wasn't that big of a fan of them. Instead, he added a little bag of spicy cheetos to the side, not caring if it was breakfast time or not.
He carried the plates quietly into the room and sat them both on the little table next to the bed. After they were both sat down, Luke exited the room again to grab the drinks for the two of them and went back into the room.
He smiled in satisfaction at the breakfast he had prepared them and walked closer to the sleeping girl. "Skylar," he whispered, not getting a reaction from her. "Skybaby," he tried saying it a little louder as he climbed onto the bed and wrapped his arms around her. "Skyyylar," he dragged out, kissing her on her forehead, her shoulder, anywhere on her body that was peaking out from under the blanket.
When her eyes finally opened, Luke smiled a dazling smile at her and placed a kiss on her lips, not caring if she had morning breath or not. She didn't kiss back at first, obviously too tired to understand what the hell was going on, but after a second, her lips puckered against Luke's.
"Good morning, baby," Luke cooed, butterflies errupting in his stomach at the sight of a very tired Skylar. "I made you breakfast."
Skylar sat up and looked at the plates with confusion before it melted away to let a smile take it's place. "You didn't have to do that," she said, sleepiness lined in her voice and made it crack every now and then.
"I wanted to," Luke said, smiling at her. In 24 hours he would be getting on his knees in front of this girl; the one with messy hair and a little bit of make up smeared under her eyes. Even though the wonder of what her answer will be is killing Luke, he couldn't wait to ask her.
