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The soft morning light crept through the curtains, casting a golden glow around the room. You snuggled deeper into the covers, trying to hold onto sleep a little longer. But then, there was a gentle creak, and you heard the sound of footsteps.
“Hey, babe,” Taylor’s voice floated into the room, soft and warm, like she was trying not to wake you too abruptly. You blinked your eyes open, still sleepy, to see her standing there, a tray in her hands, that familiar playful grin on her face. “I made breakfast.”
You rubbed your eyes, sitting up a little. “What time is it?” Your voice was still groggy.
She laughed softly, setting the tray down on the bed next to you. “Who cares? We’re having a lazy morning. And I figured… breakfast in bed?”
You looked down at the tray—pancakes, fruit, and two steaming mugs of coffee. Simple, but perfect. “This is amazing,” you said, grabbing a fork. “You didn’t have to do all this, y’know.”
Taylor plopped down beside you, crossing her legs under her. “Please. I wanted to. Besides, when’s the last time we didn’t have somewhere to be? Like, no schedule, no plans? I kinda forgot what that feels like.”
You smiled, taking a bite of the pancake. “Okay, these are actually really good,” you said with your mouth full, and she nudged you with her shoulder.
“Duh, I’m a woman of many talents. Just wait till I make dinner tonight,” she joked, stealing a piece of fruit from the tray.
The two of you ate in comfortable silence for a few minutes, the sound of the city outside barely reaching your cozy little bubble. Every now and then, you’d catch her looking at you, a soft smile playing on her lips, like she was soaking up the moment as much as you were.
“So,” you said, leaning back against the pillows, “what’s the plan today?”
She shrugged, grabbing her coffee and leaning back beside you. “No plan. Just this. Us. Maybe we watch something later, or go for a walk… if we feel like it. But honestly, I’m good right here.”
You laughed. “Yeah, me too.” You took a sip of coffee, the warmth spreading through you. “It’s nice. Just… nothing for once.”
Taylor sighed contentedly. “Yeah. It’s like… I don’t get to do this stuff often. Just hang out. Be normal.”
You turned your head to look at her. “Normal, huh?”
She grinned. “Well, as normal as I can be, anyway.” She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, her smile fading just a little. “But seriously, this feels… different. Good different. Like, it’s just us, y’know?”
You nodded, understanding what she meant. “Yeah, I get it. It’s like the rest of the world doesn’t exist for a while. Just you and me.”
She glanced over at you, her eyes soft, and for a moment, the weight of everything else just didn’t matter. “Exactly,” she murmured, reaching out to take your hand.
You sat there like that for a while, holding hands, not really needing to say much. The easy quiet between you spoke volumes on its own. After a bit, Taylor let out a small laugh, breaking the silence.
“Okay, so, real talk—do you want another pancake, or can I finish them off?”
You chuckled, shaking your head. “Nah, go for it. I’m stuffed.”
She grabbed the last pancake and tore into it with a grin. You laughed, watching her enjoy it. “You’re ridiculous.”
She winked. “You love it.”
You rolled your eyes but couldn’t stop smiling. After she polished off the last bite, she leaned back with a satisfied sigh. “Alright, that’s it. I’m officially done adulting for the day.”
You nudged her. “You barely adulted in the first place.”
She gasped, mock-offended. “Excuse you! I made breakfast, didn’t I?”
You giggled. “Okay, fine. You did good.”
Taylor grinned, then her expression softened as she shifted closer to you. “But seriously, best part of the morning? Right here,” she said, her voice a little quieter now. She leaned in, brushing her lips against your cheek in a sweet, lingering kiss.
You felt your heart flutter, leaning into her touch. “Yeah,” you whispered, “definitely the best part.”
She wrapped her arm around you, pulling you in closer. “We should do this more often.”
You rested your head on her shoulder, closing your eyes. “Agreed.”
For the next little while, you just stayed there, wrapped up in each other, the world outside forgotten. No rush, no plans—just the two of you, in your own perfect moment.