Hi everyone, I decided to write a second chapter to this story, as there are so many more scenario's in this genre. If you would like me to write another chapter please let me know! Again thanks for all the support!

(...) Will's POV (...)

I rush towards the supermarket, knowing that I have just enough time to get everything I need. It is my turn to do the grocery shopping, and we barely have any food left in the house, so I have no choice but to do it today. I find a parking space nearby the entrance, then I find myself a trolley and start shopping. I load some vegetables and fruit in my trolley, and rush over to the yoghurt and the drinks. Slowly but surely I make my way through the supermarket, and when I have everything we need I push the trolley towards one of the self checkout counters. On my way to these counters I pass a huge display with chocolates. Although I am not really a sweet tooth, I know Sonny loves them. When my eyes scan the display I see a heart shaped box, with a picture of heart shaped chocolates on the lit and the words Just because I love you. I grab one of the boxes and continue my way to the counter, contemplating how to give my little present to my sweet boyfriend.

Half an hour later I am carrying a box with groceries up to our apartment. The chocolates are in my backpack, and I still haven't decided how to surprise Sonny. I put the groceries on the floor and open the door with my key. When I walk in I find my dark haired boyfriend setting the table for dinner. He looks up when he sees me and his smile never ceases to make me weak in my knees. I leave the groceries on the kitchen counter and walk over to him. I cup his face in a possessive way and plant a firm kiss on his lips. He smiles and his eyes sparkle when he says:

"I'm glad you're home..."

I smile and steal one more kiss before I let him go:

"Sorry I'm late, had to go to the supermarket... I almost forgot..."

I look at him apologetically and he shakes his head after my confession:

"I'm not surprised honey... but thanks for doing the shopping."

We both sit down and enjoy our dinner together. My hand reaches over the table to grab his, and my eyes never leave his face while I listen to him tell me about his day at work. I enjoy the feeling of his thumb brushing the back of my hand, and suddenly I realise how comfortable I am now holding a man's hand, whereas a year ago I was trying to fight these feelings with every strength I had in me. But these days I am truly happy when I am with him, close to him, holding him, touching him, talking to him or just simply being together doing normal things like dishes or cooking. He must have noticed my sudden serious pondering because he asks:

"Will? Everything OK?"

"Yeah..."

"Are you sure..."

I look at his face, which looks slightly concerned. His dark eyes, beautiful as ever, hold my gaze, as if they could read my mind. I decide to sum up all my thoughts and answer:

"I'm just happy..."

He smiles and kisses the back of my hand softly:

"Me too..."

We decide to clean up. Then he takes a shower, and I do some studying and preparation for my lectures tomorrow. After his shower he does some things for work and it is already ten o'clock when his voice draws my attention away from biology:

"I am in the mood for something sweet..."

"Why am I not surprised..."

A pillow softly falls against my shoulder and when I look at him he is smiling:

"Shut up... since you did the groceries I am pretty sure we don't have anything anyway..."

I smile slightly and close my book:

"OK, enough studying for today... you finished work?"

He nods and turns off his I-pad.

"Yep, the rest can wait till tomorrow..."

I sit myself down next to him on our couch and I smile:

"I brought apples... you want one?"

"Hmmm, apples are not nearly as good as chocolate, but if it is all we have, I'll take it..."

I shake my head and bite my bottom lip while I stand up from the couch. He immediately uses my place to lie down and he closes his eyes. I get myself an apple, and reach into my backpack to grab the heart shaped box. He is just babbling away:

"I am so tired... Today was just crazy busy... I think I am going to sleep here because I am just too tired to stand up and walk all the way to our bedroom. So if you want me to sleep in our bed I am afraid you will have to carry me..."

I am now standing next to the couch, holding the chocolates in my hand, looking down on him while he has his eyes closed. I just cannot resist. I lean down and kiss his lips while he is midsentence. For a second he seems surprised, but then I feel him respond enthusiastically. My tongue finds his and we both whimper softly at the intimate, sweet touch. I am sitting on my knees next to the couch on which he is lying. When I let go of his lips he whines softly:

"Don't stop..."

I just smile and hold up my apple:

"I am going to eat this..."

Then I hold up the box of chocolates and I wave it in front of his face:

"And this is for you..."

That is all I say. All my thoughts about how to surprise him are gone, and I just leave it at that. His eyes grow big and his smile is like sunlight on a bright summer day. He sits up and grabs it from my hand:

"You bought me chocolate?"

"I sure did..."

"It's a heart shaped box..."

"It sure is..."

He opens the box and lifts a heart shaped chocolate out of the box:

"And the chocolate is heart shaped as well..."

He holds up the lit and looks me in my eyes when he continues:

"It says because I love you..."

I nod and a light blush covers my cheeks. I shrug my shoulders and smile shyly:

"I do..."

He moves so he is sitting right in front of me and I am kneeling between his legs. His arms fold around my neck and his lips are soft against my cheek.

"I love you too honey... thank you..."

I hug him close and smile against his shoulder knowing that I am more than happy to buy him chocolates for the rest of our lives. Then I let go and stand up. Before he knows it I am lifting him up from the couch and carrying him to our bedroom.

"Hey Will... what are you doing..."

"You said, if I wanted you to sleep in our bed I was going to have to carry you... well, I want to sleep in your arms tonight, so I am making sure that I can..."

When I lay him down he pulls me on top of him. His lips softly brush mine and he smiles sweetly:

"On one condition..."

"There are conditions now?"

"I still want a chocolate..."

I can't help but smile, and I kiss him quick. Then I stand up to grab the box from the couch. When I hand it to him I shake my head and I mockingly sigh:

"Anything to make you happy, sweet tooth..."

(...) Sonny's POV (...)

"And then what...?"

"Then we can use it... on Sunday mornings..."

His enthusiasm is adorable, and I know I am about to give in. I try one more time though:

"Are you sure you are going to use it?"

He is already lifting the box from the shelf and he nods frantically:

"Definitely Sonny... you'll see... and you will thank me when you have freshly baked waffles in bed on Sunday morning..."

Ten minutes later we are the proud owners of a waffle maker, and I cannot believe I gave in to buying it. I know Will good enough to be sure that that machine will sit on the kitchen counter for about a month. During that month he will promise me again and again he will use it, but eventually I just put it in one of the cupboard, even though it is still unused. His enthusiast is just to freaking adorable, and I blame his big blue eyes. When we come home he unpacks the thing and proudly displays it on the kitchen counter, and then he kisses me and smiles:

"I promise, you will have some waffles, freshly made by me..."

I nod and try to look convinced, but we both know I will only believe it when I see it. But that does not temper his happiness, and I can't help but fall in love a little bit more when I look at him all happy. As the days go by the waffle machine is moved from the middle of the kitchen counter to the back. And after a week I am still waiting for my freshly made waffles. And when I remind him of this he smiles and sighs:

"I know... sorry honey, I have just been busy... but believe me... it is worth the wait because waffles are just fantastic... they are my absolute favourite breakfast."

So I just nod again and think about in which cupboard to put the machine when he hasn't used it in the next week. And of course, a week later, he hasn't, so I put it away. When he comes home from university he points at the empty spot on the kitchen counter:

"You put it away..."

"Yes babe, two weeks and still no waffles..."

"I'm sorry... I still want some waffles, but I just didn't get to it..."

I know that is exactly what it is. His enthusiasm makes him jump from one thing to another, but that means he sometimes is already busy with new things, when the old things are not completely finished. And if I am honest... I love that about him. I love his childlike happiness when he has a new idea, and his endless enthusiasm always makes me weak and soft inside.

Two days later it is Saturday night and he is already in bed when I crawl in next to him. I curl up against his side and kiss his cheek softly, whispering:

"Goodnight baby..."

For a minute I think he is already asleep. But then I feel his arms curve around me and his sleepy voice whispers:

"Goodnight Sonny... I am sorry I am so boring tonight... I am just so tired..."

I kiss his naked chest while my head rests on his favourite spot:

"That's OK sweety, just sleep tight and you will feel better tomorrow."

"Hmmmm..."

When he is like this I just want to look after him. I just want to make him feel better, and suddenly I know how to that. I reach for my phone and set a soft alarm for the following morning, and then I settle back against my sweet sleeping boyfriend.

When the alarm goes off I am awake immediately. I switch it off and I am not surprised to see that Will is still fast asleep. As long as I use a soft alarm he usually sleeps through it. I get out of bed and after a quick shower I rush to the supermarket. Half an hour later I find myself getting the waffle machine out of the cupboard, and after two failed attempts, I am baked beautiful waffles for our breakfast. I place them all on a tray , together with a single red rose I got from the supermarket as well. Then I pick it all up and walk to my sleeping gorgeous blond and half naked boyfriend. I put the tray on the floor and decide to kiss him awake. The moment my lips are firmly on his I feel his arms slide around me and he sighs softly in my mouth:

"Hi..."

I let go slowly and smile at his sleepy face:

"Hi baby... did you sleep well..."

"Yeah... I did... and waking up like that was very nice..."

He pulls me in for another kiss and I let his tongue caress mine softly. But eventually I pull back and I smile when his face is covered with disappointment. I lean my face close to his and whisper:

"I made you something..."

"Yeah..."

"Sit up and I will give it to you..."

He scoots up the bed and leans against the head board. I place the tray on his legs and smile tenderly when he gasps at the sight of the waffles and the rose. He stares at it for a while and his fingers softly touch the rose. I sit down next to him and lean against him when he looks into my eyes:

"You made waffles..."

"Yep..."

"And a rose..."

"I didn't make the rose..."

He just shakes his head and never lets go of my eyes:

"This is why I love you..."

I blush slightly and smile a shy smile that is only for him:

"It's nothing Will... it's just breakfast..."

He shakes his head again and his voice is soft while his hand cups my face:

"You're wrong Sonny... this... this is everything..."

(...) Will's POV (...)

I cannot believe this. Ever since we moved in together it was always clear that he is the organised one and I am the sloppy one. But right in front of me is prove that Sonny Kiriakis is not perfect. Since we moved in here a big box has been sitting in the corner of our bedroom, and today I decided that it had to go. So I opened it and to my surprise it is full of papers, bank papers, insurance papers, and so on. But instead of having it nicely sorted out it is just piled in this box. And I am just beyond surprised that organised Sonny stacks all his important papers like this. I expected him to have labelled folders, each sorted by year and date, colour coded perhaps, and tabs to find things easily. But no... I find this stack of paper in a box in the corner of our bedroom. I shake my head while I take some papers out and five minutes later I find myself on the floor sorting out the forms. And three hours later I have seven neat piles of organised paperwork and I grab my car keys and rush to get some folders.

When Sonny comes home I have all the folders on the shelves, next to mine and I smile when he comes over to get his hello kiss. He doesn't notice the folders neatly lined up above my desk and I decide to not say anything until he notices. The evening goes by and he does not seem to have seen the work I have done. Around 23.30 his hands go through my short hair and he asks softly:

"I want to go to bed... are you coming?"

"Yeah..."

"Good... I sleep better with you close..."

I smile and lean over to kiss him, enjoying the feeling of his hands still in my hair. We stand up and get ready for bed, and while I am still in the bathroom he heads towards the bedroom. When I have finished in the bathroom I walk into the living room where I meet him with a frown on his face:

"Did you see that box that was usually in the corner of our bedroom..."

I nod and say:

"You mean that box full of paper..."

He looks at me surprised:

"How do you know that..."

I smile widely and shake my head, enjoying this moment I can tease him:

"Sonny Kiriakis... known for his orderly nature... has a box full of unorganised important papers..."

A slight red covers his cheeks and he answers:

"I was gonna..."

I just have to interrupt:

"You were going to... right Son... that box has been there since we moved in... just admit it... you are sloppy..."

"I am not sloppy..."

"You are sloppy... You and I are more alike than I thought..."

He looks at the floor and shrugs his shoulders:

"OK, I am sloppy... now where is it..."

I smile triumphantly, but also feel a thud in my heart as I pull him close against me:

"Look above the desk babe..."

As I am facing our bedroom door, he is facing the desk and I am sure is able to see the folders in the shelf. He doesn't say anything and I just stroke his back and enjoy the feeling of his arms slowly curving around my waist. Finally he speaks:

"You did that?"

"I did that... me, the sloppy one of us, organised your paperwork... so believe me... until forever you cannot say anything about me being sloppy anymore because I will bring this up."

He hugs me close and I feel his breath against my neck when he breaths out deeply.

"I'll never say anything again..."

"Good..."

But then I pull back so I can look into his eyes, and I am overwhelmed by the love I see in the deep brown of his eyes. He bites his bottom lip and I just have to kiss him. His hands find their way under my shirt and I slowly push him towards the bedroom. Moments later I find myself on my back on our bed and he is on top of me. His hands are eagerly pulling on my clothes and when our eyes meet, he whispers huskily:

"I just want to thank you..."

I smile and let my hands roam his now naked chest. When he is this close to me I can hardly think coherently and I know I am about to lose myself in his touch. And just before I do I whisper softly:

"I just love you so much, sloppy head..."