Little Moments
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Nikita found their morning routine comforting.
By the time she'd pad into the kitchen, still wearing her nightwear and bed hair, Michael'd have already made the morning coffee and Birkhoff would have been over his first two cans of Fueler. No morning coffee for the nerd.
Michael would kiss her good morning while Birkhoff would make a side-remark without getting his eyes off of his computer screen. They would either ignore him or, just to spite him, make a great show of making out in the kitchen. That was always fun.
She would silently sip her coffee while admiring the sight that was Michael moving in the kitchen with practiced ease while preparing breakfast. Making pancakes… That was her favorite scene. Somehow seeing the man flipping pancakes made her feel all warm and fuzzy inside.
Other times, she'd join him, tease him with her special veggie omelet but, ultimately, let him sneak some bacon on his plate. She'd smile at his annoyed expression as he begrudgingly let Birkhoff snatch the rest of it after the inviting smell of food had finally coaxed him into joining them and getting some real food into his system before the day would begin. After all, the man needed his meat… and she wasn't really sure whether Birkhoff had eaten any vegetables… ever.
They'd talk and laugh… and pretend, just for a short while, that they were ordinary people with a normal life.
Or at occasions, they'd just disrupt their morning routine and Michael would bring her breakfast to bed, joining her under the covers for a lazy morning, letting the world go by without them for a little while.
She found that comforting, too.
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