Scott McCall Imagines

Sunday Morning

Sunday morning breakfast in bed has been a long standing tradition in Y/N and Scott's relationship dating back to before they even lived together. They would spend their weekends together at one family home or the other when the parents would cook, but they would take the credit. In one dorm room, or the other, when the closest thing to breakfast was the cold pizza from the night before. In one apartment, or the other, that was when the real cooking started. Whoever the apartment belonged to was in charge or waking up a few minutes earlier and bringing breakfast to bed for the couple to share.

Now that they lived together the tradition still stands, every Sunday either Scott or Y/N would get out of bed just a few minutes early, make their way downstairs and come back with a tray of breakfast. It switched back and forth, one weekend Y/N would do it, the next Scott; it was a standing breakfast date, every Sunday. Even if they didn't see each other all week long, there was always Sunday.

It had been a particularly crazy and intense week for the couple. Scott had been working long hours at the clinic, coaching the local junior lacrosse team, and a week of long nightly phone calls from Stiles meant Scott had hardly seen his girlfriend all week. But, today was Sunday so that meant breakfast in bed and this Sunday, Scott had planned a little extra surprise. He had bought Y/N a new mug. But not just any mug, it was a special mug with a special question painted in the bottom. He had waited weeks for this mug to come in and when he found the small box sitting on the clinic steps after his lunch break on Wednesday he could hardly wait for Sunday morning.

Scott woke up Sunday morning the way he did most mornings, with Y/N's head on his chest and his arms wrapped around her. It was a skill to untangle their bodies but it was one he had a lot of practice with. At this point he was an expert.

After carefully untangling their bodies Scott made his way downstairs to the kitchen. He quietly took out pans and food, and began cooking. He hummed and moved around the kitchen with a skip in his step, excited for breakfast with his girlfriend and excited for the question he will ask before the end of the morning.

He took the cup from it's hiding place and the small box that lay beside it and finished setting up breakfast. The box went into the pocket of his flannel pants and the cup was filled with steaming liquid and placed on the tray, then Scott made his way slowly up to the bedroom.

When he opened the door Y/N was sitting up on her side of the bed with a book in her hand.

"Good morning babe, ready for breakfast?"

"Totally. I just finished that chapter so good timing."

"Well it's all about timing." Scott smiled and sat at the foot of the bed facing Y/N.

The two ate and talked about their plans for the week, the pack was meant to be coming over for dinner on Wednesday, Y/N worked extra hours on Tuesday and Thursday, and Scott's team had a game on Friday. They were pretty much booked up for the week. It had been just like every other Sunday morning, until Y/N finished her coffee.

Scott watched her closely as she stared into the bottom of the mug. He knew she had seen the words painted into the bottom, 'Will You Marry Me?'. Scott stood from the bed, pulled the box from his pocket and got down on one knee beside the bed. He opened the box, presenting the ring to her.

"So, what do you say? Will you marry me?" Scott asked hopefully.

"There is no one in the world I would rather have my Sunday breakfast with, of course I'll marry you." The two stood up and held each other close. Scott pulled away and slipped the ring on her finger before pulling her against him again, this time kissing her like it was their last moment on earth. With as happy as he was right at that moment, he wouldn't have cared if it was.