â nope, not asking for much at all. â he replied with a nonchalant shrug, and the grin on his face is telling. hayden squeals as leoâs fingers touch his foot, back arching as he tries to pull away, though it is fruitless. â iâve never hidden it before, now have i ? married you for the cooking and your masterpiece of an ass. â hayd crawls back under the covers when leo starts to walk away, giving him the most innocent smile he canâ itâs not a very good act, but he tries anyways. â you donât expect me to walk all the way to the kitchen, right ? the doctor said i need to rest. â
   leo places a hand to his chest, faking an injury. â i knew it, all this time. iâm being used for my ass. â but his act doesnât work so well when he canât fight the way the corners of his lips seem to want to turn up. he leans against the doorway and rolls his eyes fondly at his husband. â all the way- such a trek to go down some stairs. i couldnât possibly make you do that, baby. â he hovers in the doorway a second, just looking at hayden and letting it sink in that heâs fine, heâs okay, heâs safe.Â
  he makes his way downstairs, making pancakes like itâs second nature since itâs the most requested food in this household. it doesnât take him long to whip everything up, including the bacon, coffee, maybe slips some chocolate chips into the pancake batter. he carries it all upstairs balanced on a tray, enters the room and moves as if heâs going to give the food to hayden before moving away. he sits on the bed and places it in his own lap. â wait- you wanted some of these ?? damn, i donât think i made enough. â though thereâs quite the stack on the plate before him, smirking dancing across his lips.