Simon Riley x black!cat!reader
Lazy Mornings
Your sleeves were pulled over your hands, holding a cup of something dark.
You took occasional sips, petting your child/cat with slow strokes as an evil master would. You're still half-asleep when your boyfriend comes into the messy kitchen, dishes piled into the sink.
He doesn't hesitate before he puts a hand in your hair, rubbing once before taking it away and getting into a chair at the dinner table. Like if you were a pet or something.
And to be honest, in the mornings, you were just as active as your cat, so he's not that far off.
"Morning, love." Is all he grumbles as he steals your cup from your hands. You just let out a sigh in protest as he hands it back.
"Gon' go out t'day?" He asks you, knowing off the tendancies you have off staying inside whe it's too hot. Or too cold. Or too rainy. Or too sunny. Or too peoply.
You shake your head. Then groan and smack your head into the kitchen table. His hand is there to soften the hit before you even realise you're on your way down. You groan again, this time forming something that looks slightly like a word.
"Groceries." You mutter, still petting the black cat in your lap.
He huffs a laugh.
"Lads asked to come over." He mentions, as he gets upp and starts a second pot of coffe, picking up four eggs from the bowl in the corner of the kitchen bench.
You just gruff a murmur.
"You 'on want 'em 'ere love, and they 'on be." He says at the sound.
You just grumble again, saying; "They can come."
He sends you a smile over his shoulder.
