"Morning, baby," she whispered to Sam the first time when she awoke, pressing a tender kiss to his cheek before untangling herself and slipping discreetly out of bed.
"Morning, baby!" Amelia announced louder the second time, this time with a plate full of wonky heart shaped chocolate-chip pancakes in her hands. "Happy Valentine's Day. Come help me eat these."
A DEEP SLEEPER IS WHAT HE IS, tending to resemble a log whenever he falls into slumber. At first, he doesn't feel the ghost of her lips breathing onto his cheek, nor does he fully hear those whispers once tangled to her tongue; greeting her. Truth be told, Samuel doesn't immediately notice her absence until he tries to lean closer and, instead of feeling her neck or the length of her back, he collides with air and a bunch of crumpled blankets. His hand stretches out, pats the bed and there's just emptiness; Samuel groaning in dissatisfaction at that.
"'Melia, where are you?" A groggy tone; he doesn't remember Amelia telling him anything about leaving (not that she should, really; but she usually says something that gets stuck in Samuel's head like a sticky pad as a reminder) so why is her side of the bed vacant?
With a huff, he slowly lifts himself from the bed and blinks a few times; yawns as well. He sits on the mattress and just when his feet are about to touch the ground, he hears those gracious bells greeting him loudly; hazel eyes lifting to see what he undeniably has learned to describe as his favorite sight when he wakes up: Her, with a giddy smile and sparkly orbs that resemble aventurine crystals. The hacker can't help but sleepily grin, finally deciding to fully stand up from where he was.
"What d'you got there, ah? Mmm, it smells good." There's something she's holding; bare feet taking him to where she is so he can peek. "G'morning, gorgeous." And he plants a kiss to Amelia's temple, before fully inspecting what's on the plate. It's a bunch of heart-shaped pancakes (he doesn't even notice they're crooked --- okay, he does, but he says nothing of it because to him they're perfectly made), grin going even wider when noticing them. "Y'made these? They're pretty --- not as pretty as y'are, which makes me think that I should eat you instead," and he playfully goes to lean in and bite her shoulder, before kissing it with a chuckle, "but that can come later, hmm?"
Valentine's Day isn't something Samuel used to celebrate. Not until Amelia arrived and, well, basically changed his perspective about love and the commitment it entailed. Now, here they are, years later, celebrating things that he once deemed silly but now, with her, he considers them special.
"I have something for you, too. Had t'hide it well---" He lifts an index finger, as if to tell her to wait just a moment, before he disappears into another room around the apartment. Then, he appears once more, no longer empty-handed but holding a big bouquet made of chicken nuggets. Yeah, sure, the classical roses would've been okay...but he knows she, perhaps, could like this better. As well, there's a box under his arm --- of course, he decided to buy those shoes she was ogling at the other day.
"Happy Valentine's Day, babe."