He looked adorable with his wet hair and that sweet smile she loved so much. It was a smile that she returned, almost purring at his hand on her arm, and she sat up to press a kiss to his lips.

"That sounds good," she agreed, reaching up to brush a few damp strands of hair off his forehead with a bit of mischief in her eyes. "How about I make us something? What sounds good - pancakes, omelets, French toast?"