Chapter 1: Pancakes

AN: I don't own Haven, though you probably knew that

Audrey groans at the beeping that has awoken her from her surprisingly peaceful slumber. She burries her face further in the pillow before reluctantly pulling her head back to inspect the alarm clock beside the bed. She throws a hand over the snooze button as she inspects the empty room. Strange, she thinks to herself, he doesn't usually get up before me. She finds one of his shirts lying on the floor beside the bed and throws it over her bare shoulders. She tiptoes out of the bedroom, not bothering to inspect her early morning appearance.
From the hallway she can hear him humming some tune that she recognizes but can't place. His back is to her when she enters their small kitchen but she knows he heard her come in.
"What are you doing?" She asks, coming up behind him and snaking her arms around his torso.
"Making pancakes, what are you doing?" He asks as he flips over the circular mass that she sometimes questions that he loves more than her.
"What's the occasion?" She asks, bringing her lips close to his ear.
"No occasion," he turns around to wrap his arms around the blonde, "I just really like pancakes."
"I must admit they're growing on me," she says before rising on her toes to place a kiss on his lips.
"Better than lobster?" He raises an eyebrow.
"Not quite," she kisses him one more before turning away and walking towards the table to retrieve the paper.
"Anything new going on in Haven?" She asks as she flips through the pages.
"The usual," he says as he transfers their breakfast onto a dish, "Cats up trees." She smiles at his quip before returning her attention to the Herald. Nathan grabs the maple syrup from refrigerator before joining her at the table.
"Sleep well?" He asks.
"Not when I realized I was alone," she says taking a bite off his plate.
"I was making breakfast," he says, pulling his plate back and placing a protective arm around it. She mumbles something about men and their pancakes before checking her watch.
"You got somewhere you're supposed to be?" He asks suspiciously.
"I should get back to the apartment, I think all the clothes I have here are dirty."
"I've been thinking about that," he says with a serious look which concerns her.
"About me keeping clothes here?" She asks.
"Yeah, I don't think you should use that drawer anymore," he says.
"Why?" She asks, the worry rising.
"Because," he takes a sip of orange juice, "I've already taken the liberty of clearing out half the closet and most of the night stand.
"Come on Nathan I don't have that much stuff here," she laughs as she picks up a bite of pancake.
"You will," he says, "after you move in." This stops her from bringing her fork fully to her mouth.
"Move in?" She asks.
"I don't want you to have to leave after breakfast every morning or worry about where you're sleeping when it's not next to me," he reaches across to take her hand. "What do you think?"
"I think, I think you should drive me home," she notices the way his face falters just the slightest and quickly adds, "so you can help me pack." That goofy grin that she adores is back as he stands up and moves to the other side of the table to pull her up and into a tight embrace.
"I love you," he whispers in her ear and her heart stops at the feel of his warm breath on her skin.
"I love you too Chief," she says pulling back and patting his shoulder.
"So you wanna go now?" He asks.
"Well you aren't wearing a shirt and I have no pants on, so why don't we get dressed first," she suggests.
"Then come on," he says grabbing her hand and pulling her back to the bedroom.
"Nathan Wournos are you trying to seduce me?" She asks.
"Hell no," he says, "that's what the pancakes were for."

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