I have decided that I will fall hopelessly in love with the person who sings 'Just The Way You Are' by Bruno Mars to me. Just sayin.
Word of the Day: Slugabed – someone who stays in bed all day
He really hadn't meant to be a slugabed today, but Yuuri couldn't help himself. The cushioned bedding had been far too irresistible to deny! Gah! Gwendal was probably going to kill him! And Wolfram, too!
Just as he was attempting to devise some form of escape plan, the bedroom door cracked, revealing two amused green eyes.
"Hey there Your Laziness." Wolfram chuckled as he pushed the door open a bit wider, revealing the tray laden with breakfast food that he carried.
Yuuri pouted from his place on the bed. "I swear I didn't mean to sleep this late! Please don't kill me! Spare me!" He begged, his eyes widening in panic.
Wolfram chuckled once more. "Don't worry, you're safe for today. I requested that you have the day off."
"And…?"
"Well of course they agreed!" Wolfram sniffed with false haughtiness. "At any rate, you need eat. You'll stave yourself at the rate you're going!" Wolfram sat at the edge of the bed, lowering the tray onto Yuuri's lap, emerald orbs observing the king as he quickly dug in. "See? You are hungry!"
Yuuri paused in his frantic eating and stared at Wolfram for a moment before laughing joyfully. "You know me well, dear husband." Yuuri set the tray on to bedside table and then reached across and pulled Wolfram to his side, cuddling the blond with all his might.
"Yuuri! What about your breakfast?" Wolfram asked, his face blooming into a delightful pink.
"You're all the breakfast that I need."