a slow morning with husband!porco ⋆˚꩜。
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It’s a quiet summer morning, except for the dull hum of the AC above the bed. you move around, reaching for the person meant to be occupying the now empty space beside you. your husband.
The sheets shuffle while the bed creaks underneath you as you try to get up. you move sluggishly, finally making it to your shared bedroom’s door, where you’re instantly hit with the rich aroma of somebody cooking eggs downstairs.
Following the smell, it leads you right to him, Porco. his name echoes in your mind as you slowly make your way to him.
Despite seeing him just last night, you can’t help but shake the feeling that you’ve really missed him, isn’t that weird. you giggle under your breath as you cringe at the corny thought. how silly, you’ve promised yourselves you’d never be THAT couple, it seems as though, you’re already in too deep.
Tiny footsteps are taken as you get closer and closer to him. he has his back to you, cooking your favorite breakfast as your coffee brews in the background.
His back. his big, muscular, totally chiseled.. okay okay calm down, we get it, he’s like super mega hot or whatever especially in that little pink ruffled apron you got him as a gift jokingly once, but actually ended using, yea yea. you must focus on the task at hand.
you zero in on him as you brace yourself for his reaction as you pull out your finger to poke his waist, startling the poor man.
“FUCK! [name], oh my goodness, you scared me!” he yelped turning around to face your frame as you double over with laughter.
porco can’t help but soften seeing your gleeful expression as he rolls his eyes playfully, “I could’ve dropped your breakfast, you know,” he smiles, “then, you’d be whining all day about me starving you or something.”
“oh and we wouldn’t want that, would we?” you tease, wrapping your arms around his waist, snuggling up to his back.
“no, no we wouldn’t,” he mumbled to himself all giddy.
he just can’t hide this big stupid smile whenever he’s around you, exactly what did you do to him ? the big tough guy, that’s always got a snarky comment up his sleeve for just about everyone, is up early making breakfast, adding heart-shaped toast and biscuits for his wife.
you could’ve told him that a few years ago and.. actually he would’ve believed you, he’d do, quite literally, anything you’d ask of him, offer you everything your pretty little heart desired, really.u
and in this particular moment, amidst the birds chirping outside the window, a sweet melody born as they harmonize and the dim murmur of the coffee machine, with you gently rubbing circles with your face into the soft skin of his back, arms wrapped around him like he’d run away if you let go (like he’d ever), “Oh, God,” porco thinks to himself as he realizes he wouldn’t have it any other way <3
(and neither would you)
note; god i love him so much,, i miss him, my baby come back to me. i dreamt of his last night after i slept thinking of him, which inspired me to write this. i wanna wake up to him making me breakfast ☹️
cr to @uzmacchiato for the divider

















