Alana could feel the sun kissing her face as she slowly began to wake up. There was something heavy around her waist and she realized it was an arm. The previous night hit her and she couldn't help the small smile that graced her features as she slowly opened up her eyes. There, laying besides her, snoring softly, was Flack. Her hand came up and barely touched the side of his face, feeling the stubble growing on his strong jaw line. He was the most beautiful man Alana had ever laid her eyes on and to think that last night, he had decided that he wanted to be with her. Well, he wanted to date her. They haven't even kissed yet and she could feel it deep within her that they would be electric. After all, they both were very passionate people, their fights in the past proving just that. She could watch him all morning if it was possible, but she didn't want to come off as creepy. Leaning in, Alana placed a soft kiss at the corner of his lips, noting how he began to stir a little from her action. Soon, those crystal blue eyes she loved so much opened and met her green ones, followed by his signature grin, which had a hint of sleepiness to it.

"Mornin'," he husked out, his voiced deeper than usual, making Alana shiver a little from it.

"Morning," she whispered, smiling at him as he blinked a few times to try and wake up. It was rare for both of them to have a day off and Alana was happy she was spending hers with him. Or at least, she hope she could spend it with him. He pulled her closer to him, making her release a breathless chuckle.

"How about some pancakes in bed, Princess? I happen to make a mean one."

"If you're offering, I can't refuse, although, I would like to help."

"Nope. Not allowed. One, you are still healing, so you need all the rest you can get. And two, I like to spoil my girlfriends here and there. Now, stay here."

Alana couldn't help but roll her eyes as Flack got out of bed and stretched as he sauntered out of his bedroom. She could quickly see this becoming a thing for them. Spending whatever mornings they could, making breakfast for each other, laying in bed and simply being with one another. Slowly, she sat up, wincing only slightly when her side pulled a little. While she was almost better, she still had a ways to go. She did go back to work earlier than her doctor wanted, but she wasn't one to rest or relax. Alana was always on the movie. Flack walked back in with a cup of coffee in his hands and she just smiled brightly at him. His heart began to beat faster when she did so and Flack knew then that this girl was going to change everything for him.

"Breakfast is almost ready. I hope you're hungry." When she eagerly nodded at him, Flack couldn't help the chuckle that fell from his lips. She seemed so happy about this and really, she should be. Why Flack never noticed this beautiful woman before was beyond him. 6 years, he knew her. 6 years. As much as he loved Angell, there was something about Alana that made Flack want to set himself on fire, in a good way. Everything felt even better, and they haven't done much yet. He was going to change that, though. Alana deserved to be treated like the princess he so aptly nicknamed her.

"And, here we go!" Alana hung up her phone as Flack walked in, reassuring her father that she was okay.

"It smells like heaven, Don." And it did. As he handed her the plate, Alana had to make sure she wasn't drooling. Chocolate chip pancakes! How did he know these were her favorite?

"Jess told me a long time ago that your favorite breakfast food was this. I don't know how I managed to remember this after all of this time, but I hope you like them." Flack paused for a moment, looking down a bit.

"I love them," Alana softly said, seeing him look over at her. "I do. And it doesn't matter why you still remember it. The fact is, you did and that means more to me than you can imagine."

"They're just pancakes."

"It doesn't matter. It's more than anyone has done for me." Flack leaned over and kissed her cheek, realizing what she was saying. No one has really taken the time to care for Alana like this and Flack was determined to make sure she would never experience that again.

"Amelia. Rhea. Georgette!"

"Georgette? No way in hell!" Alana let out a laugh as Flack continued to see what names were her favorites for the children she saw in the future. Once their laughter had died down, Flack tucked a piece of her hair behind her ear, looking softly down at her. Slowly, he leaned in and before they knew it, they were finally kissing. It was slow, hesitant. Then, the fear melted away as both of them felt more in this kiss than anything else that has happened to them in their life. Fireworks seemed like sparklers in regards to how amazing this kiss was.

"Fuck," he breathed when they pulled away and Alana nodded in agreement.

"I'm never leaving you now," she blurted out, making them both laugh again. This truly was the best morning they have ever had.