Upon hearing a stifling, familiar yawn, Nick flipped over the chocolate chip pancake resting on his spatula, trying to look over the counter. When he saw that fire red head of hair tangled in loose curls, flowing down to her midsection that was covered by one of his shirts, he couldn’t help but smile as he felt totally in bliss. “Morning starshine, the earth says hello.” Nick said cheerily, settling the perfect chocolate chip onto a blue plate that his mom had given him as he finally moved into a house of his own. “You have a comfortable bed,” she said mid yawn, “I might just move in permanently.” Nick chuckled happily as he felt her small freckled arms wrap around his waist, her head fitting perfectly in his neck. Nick fluently threw his hand around her, cupping her waist in his hand, feeling her skin tumble under her shirt—his shirt—and how he beat the urge to pull it up to expose the high skin of her thighs. “I wouldn’t mind at all. Not one bit.” She giggled, vibrating his chest momentarily before he took a deep breath, taking a huge leap here. His heart turned violently in his chest, wondering how he could do this. Well, here goes nothing. “Can you pass the syrup?” he asked smoothly. She reached her arms across the island, the shirt on her body moving with her movements. Suddenly, as quick as a smile stretched across his face she gasped, holding both hands that were once connected around his waist to her mouth, looking back at him with shock. “Whaddya say? You want to move in with me and be my wife?” He turned his attention away from the pancakes to take the ring from the syrup bottle, getting down on his knee and showing it to the world for all to see, “Marry me?” She let her tears fall, which Nick never minded, and she nodded, “As long as I wake up to chocolate chip pancakes every morning.”