Honey, I'm home.
It had been about three years now since Parker had asked Carter to marry him, though they had an amazing friendship before she couldn’t deny the fact that she had always secretly adored him. Ever since then, Carter’s feelings grew more and more as each day passed by. She thought she knew Parker like the back of her hand, boy was she wrong. Ever since they moved in together, she’d always thought that she’d knew every move he’d do but he’d surprise her every single time. Literally. He’d come home with flowers for her or just take her out to a fancy restaurant, get her that amazing watch she wanted, always bringing back little gifts no matter what. He’d always make her feel loved and wanted, something no other guy in her life had done before. The woman realized she had been day dreaming again about the start of their relationship as soon as a burnt feeling entered the kitchen, realizing that she was about to burn the pancakes she was making. Letting out a soft chuckle as she quickly turned it around and put it on the plate before walking out of the kitchen and upstairs, where her lovely husband would be sleeping. She made her way inside, holding the plate with pancakes covered in butter and syrup with a glass of orange juice next to it, walking towards him. She silently adored him before placing his breakfast on the table next to him and pressing a soft kiss on his lips, “Wake up, my handsome prince." She whispered against his lips.












