Summary: A run-down of their normal morning (at least, when John has school).
You crack one eye open, hand limply flailing to hit the snooze on your alarm. Dirk tightens his grip around your waist when you move, eyebrows knotting. You twist in his arms, kissing between his eyebrows, and they relax.
You pull yourself out of bed, pulling on a large sweater before making your way to the kitchen. The wet, winter air has seeped in, and your legs are chilly.
You put on a pot for coffee, and feel warm arms wrap around you, waving glasses in front of your face. You take them and put them on, turning around and giving him a quick peck. His eyes are uncovered, and the orange is soft - like his eyes are glowing embers in a fire. His eyes will never cease to amaze you.
You busy yourself making breakfast as you hear a rattle against the window. You glance outside and smile; it's snowing.
Soon a table is piled with eggs, bacon and bagels. You eat quickly, quietly - it's one of the few times Dirk isn't making snarky or sarcastic comments, teasing you; where you're babbling about whatever's happening at school or a movie or anything else. It's peaceful and quiet.
Dirk clears the table as you hop in the shower. Sometimes, on days when you have little or no dishes, he joins you and you shower together. Today you shower alone.
When you step out, there's a fresh towel and clothes waiting for you. You smile and get ready.
You grab your bag and books and pull on your coat and scarf. Dirk hasn't dressed himself yet, or styled his hair or anything. He kisses you on your way out, whispering something sultry in your ear, and making you flush.
You head out into the white with a smile on your face.