You yawn, stretching against the sheets.

A few joints pop, and you relax again, sighing contentedly. Your hand blindly reaches over to your side, patting at the empty space.

Oh?

You crack an eye open, bleary eyes blinking as you sat up. Where did he go?

You're confused, but not panicked. Your husband was quite peculiar, after all, and often did disappeared from time to time. Though, he'd always come back at the end of the day, full of love and stories to tell. (You feel yourself smile at the reminiscence.)

'But enough of that,' you think to yourself, rubbing your eyes awake. 'It's still morning, maybe he hasn't gone far yet.'

The shuffling of sheets resound throughout the bedroom, as you groggily get out of bed. Lazily, you fumble on some slippers as you trudge through the door.

Entering the living room, you're hit with a delicious scent wafting through the air. The sound of something boiling catches your attention, and you perk up at the sight of your lover's back by the counter.

You grin to yourself, silently sneaking up behind the blond.

As you reach him, your arms slip around his waist, and you press a gentle kiss on his shoulder.

"G'morning, Rook." you mumble into his skin, peppering soft kisses across his neck.

Rook just chuckles, leaning into your touch. "Ma chérie~" he mutters back, pressing a loving peck on your cheek. "You're up early." he comments.

"I was wondering where you went," you mutter, nuzzling into neck, "but now I know you're cooking up something delicious."

Rook only hums, using the ladle to scoop up a spoonful, and blowing on it gently before lifting it up to your lips.

"What do you think, Chère?" he asks, as you take a small sip from the ladle.

"It tastes good. What is it?" you ask curiously, chin resting on his neck to peek at the stove. Rook chuckles, lowering the ladle and continuing to stir the pot.

"Ce n'est qu'une soupe aux champignons." he casually answers, taking a small taste himself, before nodding contentedly.

A giggle escapes you, the delightful sound makes Rook smile. "You know I can't understand you, hon." you mumble, pressing another soft kiss on his jawline.

"Just mushroom soup, ma chérie." he clarifies, humming.

You hum with him, swaying along to the familiar tune. Rook chuckles, swaying in your hold.

"Not now, mon amour. I'm cooking." he huffs out with a smile, pressing another soft kiss on your cheek. You pout slightly, but stop swaying, giggling.

"Alright, alright, I'll stop," you relent, laughing heartily, giving him a quick peck on his nape.

Rook laughs along, and you sneakily intertwine your hand to his free one.