A/N: I don't own Chuck.

Title: Mornings

The rays of the radiant sun passing through the curtains slightly illuminated their bedroom. When he turns slightly to his right, her messy blonde hair is what he sees.

She turns, letting him see her face. She's still asleep, and it's again, one of those moments he'd always loved about mornings since they got together. There's something dramatic, poetic even, with the way her eyes are closed, and her lips slightly parted, her chest rising and falling with every breath. He smiles to himself. He really couldn't help but watch her.

He noticed her brows furrow a little, just then her hand reaches to his side, which ends up resting on his stomach. Another smile finds its way to his lips, a lot wider than the one earlier. He can't help it, as he reached out his hand to touch her face.

Her eyes slowly open to meet his, and his smile is mirrored by hers. The first words to leave his lips are, "Good morning, beautiful." An even bigger smile forms on her lips this time. Turning her back to him, she holds his hand in hers, pushing herself closer to him. "10 more minutes, Chuck."