Keith woke up to the smell of food goo. And Lance.

When he blinked the grogginess out of his eyes, he stretched, yawned, and started to look around. Lance, distracted by something near the door, had his back facing Keith.

Keith pushed himself up on his palms. "Lance…?"

Lance whipped around with a huge grin plastered on his face. "Oh! Morning, babe!" he chirped. Then he frowned. "I didn't wake you up, did I?"

Keith shook his head and Lance's frown disappeared. "No. You didn't."

"Good."

Keith rubbed at his face, yawning again. "What're you doing?"

"I," Lance announced as he flattened a palm across his chest, "am making you breakfast in bed." He bit his lip. "Er-food goo in bed." He pulled a bowl off the table, which must've been what he was distracted by, and walked it towards Keith.

Keith furrowed his brows. "Why?"

"What do you mean why?"

"Why are you doing this for me?" Keith asked. "I know it's not our anniversary or anything."

Lance cocked his head. "Why do I need a reason?"

Keith shrugged. "I dunno."

"Well," Lance said, putting the bowl on the nightstand and hopping into bed next to Keith, "I'm doing it cause I love you. How's that?"

Keith was still confused as Lance took his hands, lacing their fingers. He kissed Keith's knuckles. "So breakfast in bed...just because you love me?"

"Yeah." Lance smiled against Keith's skin. "I love you a lot. And I wanted to do something nice for you."

Keith shook his head. "No one's ever...done something like that for me before. Just...because."

"No one's ever loved you like I do, Keith."

Keith squeezed his hands. "I love you, too, Lance. So much."