Megans POV:
the next morning i am awoken by the smell of bacon trailing in through the open bedroom door. my mouth waters as i get out of bed and walk to the kitchen where Taylor is once again, cooking breakfast for us. i smile and walk over to him
"morning" i yawn and lean up and kiss his cheek
"mey you" he smiles
"what are you doing up so early?" i ask looking at the clock as it reads 9:30
"i couldnt sleep so i decided to cook something for you when you got up" he replies, poking the bacon with the spatula
"oh i see, well thank you" i smile and sit on the counter as he conitnues cooking, occasionally looking at me from the corner of his eyes and smirking.
"its too damn quiet" i complain after a minute so i leap off the counter and walk over to the radio we have in the kitchen and i turn it on and turn on my 1D CD.
Little White Lies blares through the speakers and i laugh and jump around while Taylor shakes his hips to the music while he continues cooking.
"LITTLE WHITE LIES LITTLE WHITE LIES" i sing loudly
"IF THIS ROOM WAS BURNING, I WOULDNT EVEN NOTICE CAUSE YOU BEEN TAKING UP MY MIND WITH YOUR LITTLE WHITE LIESSSS" Taylor belts out.
"so, what shall we do today my lovely wife?" he asks as he turns off the stove and walks over to me and spins me playfully
"well first we should eat some food" i suggest playfully
"good call" he smirks, kissing my nose and walking back to the food and putting scrambled eggs, a bagel, and bacon on two plates for us.
After we eat, we lay on the couch and watch the news.
"so, are we doing anything today?" i ask
"not really, i just have to pack..." he trails off
"pack? for what?" iask confusingly
"oh i forgot to tell you!" he says dumbfounded
"tell me what?" i ask
"work called and they want me and Dillon to fly out to New York for a week" he explains, giving me a sad look as my face drops
"oh" i say sadly
"im sorry i didnt tell you earlier i completely forgot until just now" he says quickly
"its fine, im just gunna miss you, thats all" i smile softly as he wraps his arms around me and pulls me onto his lap so im straddling him
"its only a week" he reassures
"yeah 7 days, 168 hours without you" i frown
"it'll go by quick i promise" he smiles
"fine" i huff as he kisses my cheek and wraps his arms around me
"what are you two doing in New York anyways?" i ask
"no idea, work hasnt told us yet babe, but the minute i find out, ill call you" he smiles
"okay" i reply as i climb off him and he gets up and walks into the bedroom with me following him
"what time does your flight leave?" i ask as i sit on the bed
"tonight around 6" he responds walking over to the closet and pulling out his big suitcase.
"do you seriously have to do that now?" i whine
he shakes his head and chuckles "no, its only like 11:00 in the morning i got all day to pack" he replies, laying the suitcase on the floor and walking over to me and standing in between my legs as i pick at my fingernail polish
