note: the longer format I used in the first chapter isn't sustainable for the theme of this story, so future chapters will be shorter and probably just single scenes
"Good morning!" The bright sing-song filled the room, and when Tubbo barely stirred at the sound of his spouse's voice, the next thing he picked up was the feeling of a cool hand brushing his cheek and tilting his face up gently. "Morning, Gorgeous," he mumbled half asleep; Gorgeous laughed, and Tubbo finally managed to blink open his eyes to see Ranboo's suitably nicknamed face smiling down at him. Far down, considering both their height and the fact that Tubbo was still lying in bed.
Ranboo sat down next to him and pulled half the blanket over their lap, placing a plate of warm pancakes in front of Tubbo. The humanoid finally found it in him to sit up, mostly out of tired confusion.
"I made us breakfast in bed," Ranboo said happily while Tubbo rubbed his eyes, trying to pull himself together. I love you, and this is sweet, but it is too early. "Oh, thank you," he managed to say, his voice still recovering from being asleep not one minute ago. "Is it for something special?" He couldn't remember anything they might want to celebrate. Their anniversary wasn't for a while.
"No," they said innocently, "I just wanted to do something nice for you." Tubbo wasn't sure if he was actually trying to sound like the sweetest person ever to make himself look good, or if kindness just came that naturally to them. "Aw, well, thank you," he said again. "That's really nice of you."
He craned his neck and pulled their head down so he could kiss Ranboo's cheek, who already had a mouthful of homemade pancakes.
Tubbo took that as a cue to start eating as well. Ranboo was a great cook, though Tubbo wondered if they were both getting a bit too old to eat like this.
"Are they good?" Ranboo asked when his husband took his first bite.
"Mm!" Tubbo mumbled and nodded. He swallowed and repeated himself — "Yeah. you're really good at this, Bossman."
"Thank you," Ranboo said proudly. Tubbo was always surprised by how awake they were — they'd always been more of a morning person than him. "I'm trying out a new recipe, are they any better?"
"I didn't notice a difference," Tubbo remarked.
"That's because you're uncultured." Ranboo turned up his nose with mock offence.
"Sorry I don't have your upper class taste buds," he teased.
The couple finished their breakfast and Tubbo set his empty plate aside on the bedside table next to him, yawned and buried himself under the covers again. He had a day off work today, which was why he'd had the freedom to sleep in and eat in bed with his husband, and he planned on spending the rest of the day similarly. Ranboo curled up next to him and found his hand under the covers. Tubbo laughed and closed his eyes. There was a little sun filtered onto them through their bedroom window. "That kind of morning, huh? I'll get up at some point, and make us some coffee."
"You sound like you need it." the lines on the outer corners of Ranboo's eyes crinkled when he smiled.
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Tubbo did get up eventually, and got dressed while Ranboo brushed his hair, which came down a little ways past his shoulders these days and was handling its thinning more elegantly than Tubbo's. After he'd pulled his shirt on, they came to stand behind him and draped their long upper body over his, then buried a kiss in the curve between his neck and shoulder. Tubbo yawned and Ranboo giggled into his collarbone, receiving a ruffled head of hair and losing support for his head when Tubbo started toward the stairs, the Enderman following behind.