Ranma woke up to find his wife's side of the bed unoccupied. After changing, he made his way down the stairs.
Walking into the kitchen, Ranma grinned. His wife had her back turned from him, aggressively chopping an onion. Leaning on her from behind, he placed a kiss on the back of her head. "Morning."
"Ranma, don't distract me!" she exclaimed, never turning away from her task.
This only made him chuckle and reach over to kiss her cheek. "Calm down," he told her against her cheek.
This made her visibly relax. Setting down the knife, she turned around to face Ranma, back pressed against the counter. "Hey," she said.
"Hey," he replied, brushing her cheek with his thumb before leaning in to kiss her fully on the lips. She responded positively, her arms wrapping around his body. They kissed for a while until they smelled something burning.
"Oh no! My omelet!" she screamed, dashing over to the stove to save breakfast. Ranma laughed and set out to help Akane before things got worse.
Ranma woke up, dazed. What a weird dream, he thought, shaking his head. After changing for school, Ranma walked downstairs and sat down at the table for breakfast. Upon seeing Akane across the table, his face grew hot. His mind flashed to an image of their dream kiss in the kitchen.
Akane must've noticed his gaze because she raised a wary eyebrow and said, "What are you staring at?"
"Not an uncute girl like you," he retorted, looking away. His temper flared momentarily and just as easily left. As soon as Akane centered her attention to her breakfast, Ranma snuck a glance at her.
Maybe being married to Akane wouldn't be so bad after all.