I watched him lift his head, the back and left side messy, hair sticking up at random places. His eyes were half open, looking at the steaming cup of coffee. He then turned and smiled as soon as he saw me sitting on the edge at the bottom.

"Good morning!" I was probably way to cheerful for him, but…I loved this man. He laughed and put his head back down closing his eyes.

"It is way too early, especially for not going to work." I smiled and crawled over his body, pulling the blankets down a bit to expose his muscular bare back. I straddled his legs, just under his butt and rubbed his back.

"Well you don't have to get up…but I'm making breakfast." I leaned down and kissed each shoulder blade.

"That coffee smells delicious." I nodded and kissed the back of his neck, up to his cheek, his temple and finally planting a kiss to his nose. "What's for breakfast?"

"Cinnamon rolls." He smiled wide and sighed.

"Perfect." I laughed and rested my forehead on his back. "What time is it?"

"7 I think…." He nodded.

"Why are you up so early? You're not a morning person…" He sounded tired and I closed my eyes thinking of the hour ago I had received a phone call from my mom. She had been watching the news and heard about Logan and I and was upset I didn't tell her. She also demanded we come out to see her so she could meet Logan. "Where'd you go cutie pie?" I looked up quick hearing him and smiled.

"Sorry…uhm…well I woke up because I had to pee and then I checked my phone and…" He stopped me by lifting up, practically tossing em off the bed.

"Is something burning?" My stomach turned and I ran out of the room fast, hating not setting an alarm.

"Shit…shit…shit…shit…Crap!" I opened the oven door, and smoke came out. I grabbed the oven mitts and took out the pan with the now, black cinnamon rolls. "Damn!" I shut the oven door and put the pan on the counter. "It's ruined!" I slummed against the counter and tossed the oven mitt on the counter next to the pan. Logan quickly walked in, turned off the oven and waved away smoke.

"It's okay. It's not a big deal babe."

"Yes it is!" He turned to me and smiled.

"I think it's cute you made me breakfast and I appreciate it but it's okay they burned…I'll still eat them." I shook my head and grabbed the oven mitt and quickly grabbed the pan. "You better not throw them away." I put the pan over the trash can and he put his hands on his hips. "Kendall…" I turned the pan and none of them came out. I heard giggles form him and I gently placed the pan on the counter. Again. "Did you put Pam on the pan before you put them in?" I shook my head and watched him, hold back a huge fit of laughter. "Well where's the icing?" I pointed to the small package on the counter and he lifted it up tearing off the corner. "So what were you saying about your phone?" He smeared the icing all over the blackened dough an di sighed.

"My mom called." He looked up, tossed the empty package in the trash and grabbed a fork, sticking it in the dough. "It's too hot to eat…" But he shoved a fork full in his mouth and chewed it looking at me. "My mom heard about us over the news. She's not very happy with me…but she said as long that I'm happy she doesn't care." He nodded and ate more. It was kind of grossing me out, because…he was eating burnt dough with white icing over it. Yummy.

"So…" He swallowed and stuck the fork in, leaving it in the center. "What now?" I looked at the floor and felt my body tense up.

"She wants to meet you." I peeked up at him and he nodded, picking up his fork and putting in more gross 'cinnamon roll'. "You don't have to eat that just to make me feel better." He laughed and shook his head.

"I'm not…" He spoke with his mouth full and I rolled my eyes looking away. "So is she coming here…wait…where does your mom live? Where are you from? Where is your dad?" It was one question right after the other and it made me nausea. He barely knew anything about me, yet we were going to move in together. "Wow I am an awful boyfriend." I shook my head and he put a hand in the oven mitt and grabbed the still hot ass pan and walked out. "Let's talk." He disappeared down the hall and I followed hating to explain everything to him.

He propped himself up against the head board with the pan in his lap, fork in one hand, coffee cup in the other. I sat across from him, with my legs crossed head in my hands.

"My parents split when I was 12, and my little sister was 5."

"What's your sisters name?"

"Katie." It made me smile thinking about her. I hadn't realized how much I in fact missed her. "Anyway…my dad just packed up one day and said he had enough, and left. The next week my mom says my last name is changed and I'm a Knight instead of a Smith." I looked up, and he was slowly chewing staring at me. "I'm from L.A. by the way." He nodded and sipped his coffee. "Anything else?" He laughed and shrugged his shoulder, setting his cup next to him.

"Is there anything you want to tell me?" I shrugged my shoulders back, and brought my legs up to my chest, hugging around them. "You know…" He leaned over setting his cup and the pan on the nightstand. He then crawled over to me kissing my neck. I closed my eyes and pushed into him. "If you wanted to…we could write things about ourselves and then give it to each other."

"You sound like my English professor..." I mumbled it and felt a tiny bite to my neck. "You;; tell me about your life?" It was practically a whisper and he nodded still kissing my neck. "Okay let's do it." He pulled away and practically jumped off the bed. I quickly moved to the top of the bed and got under the covers, but sat up against the head board. He grabbed two pads of paper and two pens. He walked back into the bed and I pulled the covers back for him. He handed me the paper and the pen and kissed my cheek. "So were telling everything?"

"I think we should. Were going to spend the rest of our lives together right?" My heart dropped and I nodded my head. "Then let's get everything out, Right now." I nodded and looked at the bank sheet of paper. Another kiss to my head and I smiled.

"You'll have more than me."

"Is that an age joke?" I nodded and again a kiss this one, longer. I turned my head and his lips furiously attacked my own and one of my hands automatically went to hold the back of his head. We kissed, only caring about each other. When we pulled away we looked in each other's eyes and he sighed. "Just write." I laughed and turned back to my blank sheet. "You're getting graded."

"You're so funny." His hand gently squeezed my thigh as he placed one last, gentle kiss to my left temple.