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Rack - Perfect day

"Goodnight, love," I hear him whisper as I close my eyes and focus on slowing my breathing. I want this to be a really good surprise, so I have to start setting it up now.

I don't reply to Rye, just lie there pretending to be asleep. He always tells me that I snore, but that he finds it cute, so I do that as well. I feel him pull me closer to his chest, pressing a cheek to my hair.

"I love you," He says softly, taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly.

And soon enough, he drops off too. I don't blame him, it was a long day at the studio.

It takes a lot of will, but I'm able to stay awake until the early hours of the morning, at which time I unwrap his arms from my body. It's strangely cold, I realize as I remove him from me. He just snores softly and turns over, curling up into a little ball. I smile fondly at him, yawning and rubbing my eyes.

I have to make this perfect.

I quickly open my phone, going down into the kitchen. Seven o' clock. I check my notes app, where I'd copied his message about his ideal day.

I'd probably go out for a walk in the morning, then have waffles for breakfast. Go out and do something fun, and then cuddle you, of course. Maybe watch some films. You?

I smile, checking the ten o' clock reservation at Gravity Force one last time before going to Andy's room.

As promised, he's awake, yawning, but nonetheless, he's awake.

"Can I?" I ask him softly. He nods, stretching. He'd helped me plan today, so he knows what I want. I take his guitar from it's stand.

"What time do we leave?" He asks.

"Just around ten, I don't want to be late." He nods.

I go back to the kitchen and start on that waffle recipe that I know Rye loves. I'd practised making it while he was out, letting Brook eat the bulk of it so Rye wouldn't find out what I was doing.

When I've finished that, I go back to my room, where Rye's still asleep, now clutching a pillow in his arms. I take Andy's guitar, sitting on the edge of the bed and playing it softly, Rye's favourite song.

I start to sing it, and he groans softly.

"Jack?" His voice is deep and rough. I love his voice when he's just woken up. I continue to play as he yawns and props himself up on his elbow, watching me with a small smile playing across his lips.

When I finish, I smile at him and lean down to press a kiss to his lips. He responds readily.

"That was lovely, baby," he tells me. "Why are we up so early?"

I set Andy's guitar down on the bed next to me.

"Because today is going to be the best day of your life, and nothing you can say will change that."

He gives me a challenging look.

"You know what my favourite ever day has been...how the hell are you gonna beat that?"

"I know that your brothers being born was a big thing for you, but today you'll be with me, you doofus."

He laughs. God, I love his laugh.

"I love you," he tells me, sitting up and cupping my cheek to press his lips to mine.

"I love you too, but let's go. Breakfast is going to get cold, and we can't have that."

I pull him out of bed and try not to get distracted by his body as I sit him down and serve him the waffles.

"Wow...since when do you cook?" He teases me. I shake my head, smiling.