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Sun was high up in the sky, shining into your bedroom and enjoying the limited time it had to cast its light. You stirred in your sleep and tightened your grip on the blanket. The door to your bedroom opened. The person opening it was aware of the door being in the habit to creak and was as careful and quiet in his movements as he could be. You groaned, half-awake, and made the attempt to pull the covers over your head.
But the familiar, tempting smell of coffee was gently waking you up. And so you opened your eyes, lifting up your head from the comfortable pillow. Your sleepy eyes met the warm, gentle gaze of Kevin. He gave you a gentle smile as he walked into the room, carrying a tray.
"Did I wake you up?"
he asked, voice nice and quiet.
"Kind of.."
you told him with a yawn.
"What time is it?"
"Almost 11 am,"
Kevin told you and you mumbled something under your breath.
"It's okay, you've been working hard as of late. And, it's Saturday so you have a day off. I think you've earned your chance to sleep in."
You found yourself smiling back at him.
And then your eyes finally moved from Kevin's face to the tray he was holding.
"What's this?"
you asked and sat more upright.
"This is what I call a little bit of pampering. Or, breakfast in bed,"
Kevin informed you and gifted you another, subtle smile. Your stomach growled at the very mention of breakfast as Kevin walked to your bedside and placed the tray securely on your lap.
"I already had breakfast, but would it be okay if I sat down anyway? To keep you company?"
He made sure to ask beforehand. Your smile grew wider. He was always so considerate.
"Of course. Go ahead."
You patted the empty space by your side. Kevin then walked around the bed and sat down while you could barely believe your eyes.
"Did you make all of this?"
You just had to ask. There, on the tray was a cinnamon bun, a pretty generous slice of apple pie, two pieces of toast with salmon and boiled, sliced egg. Of course one couldn't forget the Karelian pie with egg butter, a mug of coffee and a glass filled almost to the brim with orange juice. You felt so.. cared for.
"Well, yes. I had some time to pass,"
Kevin said with a barely noticeable shrug as he leaned back against the headrest. Your heart skipped a beat as you tore a little piece of your cinnamon bun and fed it to Kevin.
"Thank you for this,"
you said from the bottom of your heart.
"I couldn't have dreamed about a better way to start the day. Jag älskar dig."
"Å jag älskar dej."