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As the light of the early morning creeps into his bedroom, casting a golden glow over everything it touches, Pete slowly blinks open his eyes. Pete has always been a light sleeper so once his eyes were open, he was wide awake.
Still groggy from sleep he carefully rolls over only to be met with his favorite sight, a very much still sleeping Mikey. He's gotten so used to seeing this every morning, that Pete questions how he lived without it?
Slowly he reaches to the bedside table to grab his phone, because he needs to follow this very important portion of his routine, taking a picture of Mikey sleeping. Pete doesn't know when he started to do this, but over time it had just continued to snowball until he had an album of over 200 images.
He knows if Mikey ever found it Pete would be so dead, but he persists to feel like it's worth it.
After a few more minutes of basking in the glory of a sleeping Mikey, Pete gently kisses him on the forehead, sits up and stretches his arms above his head that causes a few pops to emerge from his spine. He's really getting old, isn't he? That’s future Pete's problem anyway, present Pete needs to make coffee for Mikey like the tradwife he is.
He gets out of bed as quietly as he can, and after sliding on his favorite pink fuzzy slippers Pete begins his march to the kitchen. Making Mikey's coffee in the morning has become like second nature to Pete, he could do it blindfolded.
Over the years Pete has learned to not hate coffee, but it can in no way taste like it. Whipped cream, chocolate drizzle, and enough milk and creme to the point it is barely even coffee is the bare minimum. Mikey on the other hand is a sociopath who likes his coffee black (like his soul).
After the coffee making process has been completed, Pete makes his way back to their room a bit less quiet this time with two cups of very different coffees in his hands. He walks over to Mikey's side of the bed and places his piping hot mug on the coaster of their initials they keep all over the house.
Then Pete makes his way over to his own side of the bed, but not before giving Mikey's shoulder a firm squeeze in an attempt to wake him up a little.
When he sits down on his own side of the bed, he glances over to see a pair of the most beautiful brown eyes staring back at him.
"Good morning love, your coffee is on the table” Pete says in a slightly raspy voice, because just like every morning those are the first real words to leave his lips.
Pete is met with a slightly muffled “mornin’ peety…” from Mikey as he rolls over to grab his coffee.
Mikey chugs it in record time, then slowly sits up to give Pete his real good morning. A nice kiss on the lips.
“I love you”