Disclaimer – Was thinking along the lines, they visit Eric's parents for the weekend.
Pillow talk
The blonde lets out a soft hum as her eyes flutter open; it's still dark and the clock on his night stand say's its only 2:40. She'd gone to bed early; had taken some Nyquil and passed out and she doesn't remember even hearing him crawl into bed. Her fingers slowly start to trace lines on his skin, she never did the cuddling thing before him; but now she kind of loves it.
Eric groans as he's drawn from his sleep and she watches as he blinks a few times before he turns his head to look at her. "Baby," he says in a sleepy whisper, "What are you doing up? Do you feel okay?"
She just nods her head a bit; bites her bottom lip, "Just thinking about stuff." He pulls her closer and she breathes him in.
"Yeah? What kind of stuff?" he knows part of this is the Nyquil talking, she loves him and he knows it but she doesn't like to open up. It bothered him at first but now it's something that he's just used to and she's working on it. She doesn't say anything for a while and he almost thinks she's fallen back to sleep, but then her voice breaks the silence.
"I'm going to make you breakfast." She whispered. "Pancakes, eggs… sausages." He can see her eyelids drooping and he knows she's going to be asleep in about 10 minutes or less. "Maybe some hash browns."
He hears one of his parents walking around in the hall and then the bathroom light goes on and he can see her more clearly; she's looking at him intently with just a hint of a smile on her lips "Why?"
She pouts her lips at him the way she always does when she wants him to kiss her so he leans down; brushes his lips against her just as she whispers, "cause I love you." And he smiles as he pulls away.
She moves closer and rests her head against his chest, going back to tracing patterns on his chest and stomach. "I could kiss you forever." She breathes and he just kind of hums in response and lets her keep doing what she's doing. He's honestly loving this side of her even though he's 90% sure that she's not going to remember any of this conversation in the morning. "Will you marry me?" she asks a few minutes later.
He's playing with the ends of her hair and he chuckles, places a kiss on the top of her head, and whispers, "Sure, babe. But you have to let me ask you." She brushes her lips against his chest and he figures she's content with that answer. They don't say anything else and slowly her breathing evens out, the sound lulling him back to sleep.