Shawn Mendes - Imagines

Breakfast

"Good morning, Y/N."

Instead of opening her eyes, she just turns around unwilling. But she can not escape from me since I have both my hands beside her shoulders.

"Wake up, baby."

I say in a soft voice trying to wake her up gently. Still she does not open her eyes but raises one hand which she later runs through my wet hair.

"Let me guess... You already worked out this morning?"

A little laugh escapes my mouth.
She speaks so slowly and dreamy when she just woke up.

"Yes, I did."

Before she can do anything against it, I place my hands on her back and make her sit in front of me.

Even though she opens her eyes they are still very small. They have they morning colour which gets a bit lighter which every hour she is awake.

She wraps her tiny arms around my neck and after kissing my cheek she lays her head on my shoulder.

Sleepy Y/N is one of the cutest.

In this mood she is very slow with everything she does and is about confused so you may have to say everything twice before she gets it. But she is not mad which is very helpful.

"I want to have breakfast with you."

"Oh yeah, you can lay the table."

"No, baby. I want to go in this new café."

I turn her face directly to mine with my hands under her chin.
One strand of hair covers her left eye so I put it behind her ear.
She looks at me with a lost sight so I start explaining her what I want to do in very simple words.

"You have to stand up and put on something. Got it?"

She nods her head so I go further with a little smile on face.

"And then I want to have breakfast with you outside our flat."

Slowly, she closes and opens her eyes and then pulls her eyebrows together in a way only she can do it.

"I am in. But where do you want to go?"

"The new café."

"Uh, that looks so cute!"

"Yes, baby."

I place a kiss on her forehead and then get out of the bed.

"I wait for you in the living room."

I make my way to the door but not any further because the inner me wants to watch her getting ready.
She first stretches like she does every morning. Then she gets out of the bed directly going to the wardrobe looking for things she could wear today.

She is so damn beautiful.

Her long legs, which make at least half of her full height, are stunning. Her wavy hair, which seems to be gold in the sun, is stunning.
Her tiny hands, which can either make me calm or excited, are stunning.

"I know you are watching."

She cuts my thoughts of which maybe is good because they could have change my plans for this morning.

"You are beautiful, Y/N."

With those words I leave her alone and really mean what I say.

If I ever let this perfect woman go, I would not be me anymore.