𝑺𝑬𝑹𝑰𝑬𝑺 - 𝑴𝑰𝑫𝑵𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻 𝑻𝑶 𝑴𝑶𝑹𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑮
𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 2 - 𝑻𝒐𝒐 𝑷𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒚 𝑻𝒐𝒐 𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅
(Read chapter 1 if you haven't!! full series here ˗ˏˋ ♡ˎˊ˗)
𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈. bf!chris x gf!reader
You and Chris get out of bed and Chris makes breakfast for yous and watch movies on the couch.
𝑪𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔. kissing, babying, soft pet names.
The warmth of Chris’s chest, the softness of the blanket, and the weight of love in the room. All of it had almost pulled you back into sleep.
Because just as your eyelids start to droop again, Chris takes in a long, dramatic inhale and goes, “BEEEEP BEEP BEEP! It’s MORNINGGGGGG!”
You groan. “No. It’s too early for whatever that is and i'm awake”
And then, before you can stop him, he springs out of bed, tripping over the sheets and half launching himself to the window.
The sunlight explodes across the room as he yanks the curtains open like a theater production.
“THE SUN IS SHINING, THE BIRDS ARE SINGIN’…” he sings loudly, hands raised to the sky like he’s starring in a live-action Disney musical.
You flop an arm over your face. “Chris, I swear to God.”
He dances. Actually dances. Still in his boxers.
He throws you a wink over his shoulder. “I’m just a man, deeply in love with a half-naked angel who refuses to accept the magic of morning.”
You squint at him, eyes barely open, boobs still out, hair a complete mess. “I’m going to murder you.”
He gasps. “You wouldn’t murder me. I’m your prince.”
“You’re my disaster actually.”
Chris twirls over to the bed and flops dramatically next to you, grabbing your hand and placing it over his heart like he’s dying. “Then let me be your disaster forever.”
You groan into the pillow, laughing despite yourself. “Stop watching more disney then me baby. You’re so annoying.”
“And you’re perfect,” he coos. He lifts your arm, kisses your hand, then leans in to kiss your forehead. “Now come on, sleepy head. The day awaits.”
You curl deeper into the sheets. “No. Bed good.”
Chris grins, eyes full of naught.
Then, in one swift motion, he sweeps the blanket back and scoops you up into his arms, bridal style. You squeak in protest, your boobs pressing against his warm skin, your legs dangling.
“I’m not wearing anything except—!”
“Exactly. You’re in your natural, beautiful, goddess state,” he says proudly, carrying you toward the door like you’re the lead actress in a romance film. “Your beautiful.”
You blink against his shoulder, still half-asleep, resting your head in the crook of his neck. “You’re insane.”
He kisses your forehead. “And you love me.”
You sigh dramatically. “Unfortunately.”
Chris carries you out of the bedroom, your body still floppy with sleep and only half aware of the movement. He carefully avoids bumping your legs on the hallway wall.
Down the hall, into the living room, and then gently, gently, he lowers you onto the couch like he’s placing a rare diamond on a velvet pillow.
“There we go, my boob monster,” he whispers.
You immediately curl up on the cushions, tugging a throw pillow to your chest.
Chris drapes a blanket over you, tucking it around your sides like a human cocoon. Then he kisses the top of your head, walks to the kitchen, and comes back with the tv remote, placing it gently in your hand like it’s an offering.
“There. Entertainment secured. Warmth achieved. Boobies still out? Check,” he says, ticking things off on his fingers.
You blink sleepily, clutching the remote. “You’re treating me like a baby princess.”
Chris crouches in front of the couch and cups your cheeks. “Exactly. My sleepy, spoiled, precious baby princess. I live to serve.”
You smile a little, your heart swelling with affection. “What are you even doing now?”
“Making you breakfast.” He stands up, then kisses your forehead once more. “Don’t move. Stay for me.”
You flip on the TV to something quiet and comforting while Chris heads into the kitchen, humming dramatically to himself.
You can hear him opening cupboards, pulling out pans, fiddling with the coffee machine.
"Making eggs for the love of my life!” he sings. "Gonna feed her soul!”
You giggle from the couch. "Shut uppp.”
Chris pops his head out from the kitchen. “Excuse you. I am master chefing back here. You’re about to eat like royalty.”
“You’re gonna burn the toast.”
He gasps. “How dare you slander my cuisine before I even plate it.”
"What are these words?" You laugh and snuggle deeper into the blanket, watching him through the open kitchen door. He’s wearing nothing but boxers, hair wild, dancing in place while the eggs sizzle in the pan.
He pours you a coffee the exact way you like it. Two sugars, splash of oat milk without even needing to ask. Then he adds strawberries to the plate. Toast. A tiny little drizzle of honey on the eggs because you said once it was good. He remembers everything.
When he’s done, he walks over carefully with the plate balanced in one hand and your coffee in the other. He bows dramatically as he places it all on the coffee table in front of you.
You sit up slowly, still tangled in the blanket, pulling it up over your chest. “Thank you.”
Chris sits down beside you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and watching with pride as you take the first bite.
You hum. “Okay. This is actually good.”
His smile widens. “I told you. Put some respect on my name.”
You take another bite, and he watches you like it’s his life’s purpose.
“Eat up, baby. Get your strength back. You’ve had a long morning of being carried around and complimented.”
You roll your eyes, cheeks warm. “You’re too much.”
“And yet, never enough,” he says, popping a strawberry into your mouth like you’re a spoiled princess.
The two of you eat together like that him feeding you bites here and there, you nudging him playfully when he tries to sneak your toast.
When the plates are clean, you lean back into his chest and sigh.
Chris wraps his arms around you from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder. “You full, bubby?”
You nod. “Mhm. Very full.”
He kisses your temple. “Good girl. You ate all your little snacks.”
You giggle. “Are you praising me for eating breakfast?”
“Yes,” he says with full sincerity. “You did amazing. You’re amazing. You look so pretty with food in your belly and your eyes half-closed like you’re about to nap again.”
You sigh dramatically. “I should. That was a lot of effort.”
Chris chuckles and rocks you side to side gently. “Nap round two? Right here on the couch?”
“Only if you nap with me.”
Chris grins and plucks the remote from your hand. “How about a little movie instead? We can cuddle and watch something sweet.”
You smile, snuggling into his chest as he wraps the blanket tighter around you both.
He kisses the top of your head, flicks through the channels, and settles on a lighthearted morning movie with soft music and warm colors.
You rest your head against his shoulder, his arms holding you close, and the glow of the screen paints gentle patterns across the room.
He whispers, “This is the best way to start the day, don’t you think?”
You nod, eyes closing just enough to smile. “Yeah. Perfect.”
Chris kisses your temple once more. “Love you so much. Gonna baby you forever.”
And there you both stay. Curled up on the couch, full, warm, and surrounded by nothing but sunlight, love, and quiet movie magic.
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