Your P.O.V
I woke up to the soft snores of my loving boyfriend who was laying beside me. He had one of his arms draped across my waist and his other was being used as a pillow, by me! What? His arms are very comfortable. I tried to gently remove myself from his grasp without waking him up. Once I had successfully made it out of his arms he started moving but he didn't wake up. I breathed a sigh of relief and walked out of the room. He usually wakes up before me so I never get to surprise him with breakfast. So that's what I'm about to do. I quickly got out the ingredients for homemade pancakes and whisked them together in a bowl. Then, two arms snaked around my waist and I immediately knew who it was.
"Good morning." I say as I keep my focus on the pancakes. He lays his chin on top of my head.
"Good morning Sweetheart" He says just above a whisper. I pour the mixture into the pan and wait for them to start bubbling.
"What did I do to deserve such a wonderful girlfriend that makes incredible pancakes and is great in bed if I do say so myself." He chuckles. I blush widely and playfully push him away.
"Peter!" I say while laughing.
"What its true!" He laughs. I sigh and turn back to the pancakes. As I flip them onto the plate, Peter grabs the syrup from the cabinet. The steaming pancakes turned out perfect. Light and fluffy. I brought the plates over to the table and grabbed the juice off of the bar.
"Breakfast is served!" I announced. Peter just smiled and we dug into our perfect pancakes.
"These are amazing!" He said with a full mouth. I laughed at him and rolled my eyes.
"I don't know about amazing but they are pretty tasty!" I chuckle.
We sat there eating for a while just talking and hanging out. When we got done we gathered our plates and cleaned up. Then we plopped on the couch and cuddled up.
"Hey, Y/N!" He said as he held me in his lap.
"Yes Peter." I said in the same tone.
"I meant what I said. About what a great girlfriend you are. I honestly don't know how I got so luck with you. You are so perfect in every way!" He says as he traces circles on my hand.
"More perfect than those pancakes!" I joke.
"Yes, way more perfect than any pancake" he says. We sat there for a few moments and he started kissing down my jawline and on my neck. I moaned a little and leaned my neck back so he could have more access.
"Why don't we prove how great you are in bed!" He cocks and eyebrow and I smirk.
"That sounds like a great idea." I say.
Let's just say that I proved him right.
