You feel a tickle on your back.
"Good morning honey." He says and you turn around facing him.
"Good morning." You smile. "What time is it?" You say rubbing your eyes.
"Its about eight. Honey, its Sunday. You don't need to get up for work." The thought of no work makes you smile.
He places his hand on the back of your neck. He pulls you in for a kiss.
"Im so glad you're mine." He says, giving you one last wet kiss before he got up. "I love you y/n."
He gets up. "I love you too, Matt."
You close your eyes, rolling into his spot on the bed, warm with the scent of his cologne.
You sleep is filled of your and Matts future. Of your kids, of your home, growing old together.
You feel a tap on your shoulder. You turn over and look up.
"Yeah?" You say.
"I made breakfast. Your favorite..." He smirks. You sniff, the air is filled with the smell of buttered french toast and chocolate syrup.
"Your my favorite." You say. He leans down and gives you a kiss.
"Come on, it looks really good." He grabs your hand and pulls you out of bed. You both walk into the kitchen, and he pulls out the chair for you at your nice wood table. He brings you your plate and he grabs his, then sits down.
"Y/n?" He asks.
"Yes?" You say looking at him. His beautiful brown eyes glimmering.
"Do you remember the first time we met?" The thought of that makes you smile.
"Matthew, i watched you everyday on vine, youtube and i responded to every single one of your tweets." You put a slice of french toast in your mouth, and swallowed it. "It was my 15th birthday, and i bought magcon tickets for San Fran." You take a sip of the orange juice. "When i went..." He cut you off.
"You came in my line and has my Matt Espinosa shirt on. You had high waisted ombré shorts on, and high top white converse. When it was our turn to take a picture, you took my phone. You put your number in my phone, as "Magcon Beauty", and i gave you a thumb kiss." You laugh, it's cute, the details he remembers. "That night, i texted you. When you responded, it was fangirling. But then, you settled down, and we got to know each other." You smile.
"My mom told me I shouldn't be texting you, she said it wasn't safe. I didnt listen to her." You say, as you lift your left and and point at your wedding ring. "Im glad you didn't listen, y/n."
You finish your breakfasts and go and sit on the couch. He flips on the tv. He kisses you, you kiss him back. It becomes a real, passionate make out session.
