Today was the day they would find out if they were going to be parents again, sooner than expected, or not, and he knew Quinn was going to be stressed beyond hope while they waited for the results. So of course, Noah decided to take it upon himself to cook her some breakfast downstairs, while she slept. He quietly carried it upstairs and slipped back into their bedroom, slowly closing the door behind him in order to make as little noise as possible, so he wouldn’t wake her. After setting the wooden breakfast tray on the bedside table, calloused fingers rubbed over the side of his face, then hugged his jawline as he set the small, paper bag down beside it, before hazel hues finally settled on the familiar figure curled up under the covers in bed, almost exactly in the same position when he reluctantly left her earlier that morning. Her blonde hair slightly messy from sleep and the peaceful expression that took over her angelic features – Noah almost hated the thought of having to wake her up, although he knew it needed to be done or else he’d get an earful later about him letting her sleep in. Carefully lowering himself down to sit on the edge of the mattress closet to Quinn, he leaned over her, briefly admiring her vulnerable appearance once more before he leaned in closer to gently brush away a few strands of hair. The tip of his nose just barely nuzzled against her cheek before his lips were slowly dabbing soft kisses over her face in an attempt to gently wake her up. “Wakey-wakey, eggs and bakey,” he gently murmured against her skin before he continued to press chaste kisses over her angelic features. One to her forehead, one to the tip of her nose, one to each of her cheeks, and then finally one to her lips, lingering there for a moment before he pulled back a little bit in order to watch her eyelids flutter open, a lopsided smile curving up the corners of his mouth. “Time to get up. Even though I’m totally down to go back to bed if you don’t wanna get up. Just sayin’.”
