When Edward woke up the next morning, it was to the smell of fresh brewed coffee, pancakes and bacon, and Bella singing in the kitchen.
He blinked awake, fingering the phantom of the kiss Bella pressed against his cheek when he was still mostly asleep not even an hour ago, and sauntered over to where it smelled heavenly.
Bella grinned at him, handed over a mug and suddenly it was just like every other morning when he spent the night, except they shared a long, coffee-flavored kiss over the counter.
Bella's heart kept wanting to jump out of her chest.