Imagine your OTP in the morning. Person A is cooking breakfast. Person B groggily shambles into the kitchen to find that Person A has already prepared them their everyday morning drink just the way they like it.
Shepard nearly stumbled over her crutch as she drowsily fumbled her way to the kitchen, finally collapsing in her chair and throwing the offensive implement aside. Kaidan glanced back from the stove, a dish towel thrown over one broad shoulder. She scrubbed at one of her eyes.
"Morning," he said.
"Hrmph," she replied, head dropping onto her arms.
Kaidan chuckled and turned away, setting a plate and a mug in front of her and leaning down to kiss the side of her head. She lifted her head, sniffing. "Are those real eggs?"
"Cost a lot, but yeah." He returned to the stove, dropping the towel onto the counter and shutting the burner down before returning to the table with his own breakfast. Shepard grabbed the mug, letting the smell of coffee fill her nostrils as she took one, then two, deep breaths.
"Mm," she moaned quietly. Kaidan watched her for a few seconds as she savored the first few sips (as always), then quickly drained the mug and set it on the table, glancing around for the carafe. He grinned and nudged it towards her.
"I love you," Shepard said wholeheartedly, seizing it. He grinned and gently reached for her hand as he picked up his fork.