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Parker stretched and yawned, rubbing his still shut eyes. He rolled over, searching for Dean's warmth.
He didn't find him beside him in their bed. Parker got up.
He made his way downstairs, stretching his shoulders.
"Dean?" He called, blinking at the light shining through the window.
"In here!" Came from the kitchen.
Parker walked in and saw his boyfriend using their waffle maker.
He leaned in the doorway, smiling.
Dean looked up, and returned his smile, and set the bowl he was using down.
He came over, pressing a gentle kiss to Parker's lips.
"Good morning." Parker sighed happily.