Love You, My Love {Max}

Alice wasn't able to sleep much, but it didn't bother her considering she was curled up in the arms of her boyfriend. She was comfortable, safe, happy, and content. Sleep was not going to happen no matter if she wished it right now. She was feeling him breath and shift. Her mind wouldn't shut off about happy thoughts. Everything was just perfect as a daisy for the young woman.

The first time she stayed over in the fall, she remembered that she scared him half to death, waking up in the middle of the night screaming from a nightmare. Nothing unfamiliar to her, but very new to him. It was one of those things that she didn't think about at the time. The whole sleeping in the same bed thing was new to her and it just sort of happened and she wasn't exactly prepared to explain herself right then and there at two in the morning. The occasional nightmares of the battle, the occasional jolt awake from a memory-like dream of what negativity roamed. He was so sweet and so kind. She even remembered when he gently balled her up in sheets until she told him what was on her mind. Comfortably comfortable. He was just amazing, and Alice could of never have wanted anything differently. She could almost tell him everything. Almost.

She watched the light from the window slowly get brighter before she made up her mind that she wouldn't be getting any sleep. They'd been together for over a year. The thought was something else entirely. She never had a relationship last so long. The witch wiggled herself free from Max's grasp, making sure he wouldn't wake up, she grabbed her robe and put on her little slippers and made the really slow walk toward the kitchen.

Putting on the kettle, she quickly went to work, grabbing her wand from her purse that sat on the dining chair. Whispering her indications as she flicked her wand in a variety of ways, pulling and pushing ingredients and utensils to and fro as needed and required to make the best breakfast she could make. It took a little while, she wanted to make everything with perfection, and she watched the clock and listened for any stirring. Cinnamon french toast, scrambled eggs with a dash of cheddar cheese, banana nut muffins, tea, and she looked for orange juice, but the witch was out of luck this time. Pulling plates and cups, she delicately placed the setup on his kitchen table.

The former hufflepuff smiled wide, stepping back to look at the finishing touches of her breakfast before bouncing off back into the bedroom. Still fast asleep. She silently chuckled to herself. The witch crawled onto the bed to gently sit on his legs, curling up on top of him, "Maaaaaaaaax," she whispered softly up to him, listening to his heartbeat, "wake up." She giggled before bouncing a little, "I have a surprise for you." She paused for a moment, waiting for a stir. Was he intentionally pretending to sleep or was he a rock this morning? "Maddox Flynn Stanton." She wiggled up, placing a kiss on his collarbone before placing one on his lips, her hair falling around his head. Alice's blue eyes watched the man intently, "you'll miss the surprise," she teased. More like it'd get cold.

Brown eyes opened slowly, sleepily.

Blinking once or twice to open his eyes, Max stifled a large yawn as he focused on the weight he now noticed resting on his legs, and the hair tickling his nose. Ah. Alice.

Smirking at her, Max planted a kiss on her forehead before sitting up and stretching slowly. That was much better, he mused as he ran a hand through his ruffled hair. He’d slept hard the night before. Work had been hectic these last few weeks, and even he was starting to feel it. Gently pulling her closer to him, Max snuggled Alice for a moment before releasing her and quipping “Did I hear you mention a surprise?” in jest.

Alice really was lovely, he knew he was biased, surprise breakfasts and all, but he was fairly sure most people would agree all the same. Sitting up slowly, as he fought the urge to flop back into the warm sheets beneath him, Max could smell the food that Alice had prepared, and it smelled good. Giving Alice another thankful squeeze, Maddox rolled himself out of bed with a rather large yawn, and stretched once he was standing. There was no doubt that sleep was determined to drag him back to bed, but Max knew there was nothing he could do about it, there were things to be done today.

“How could I be so lucky?” He asked her as a smile weaved it’s way across his face and he made his way out into the kitchen. As he made his plate, and got things ready to eat, he shot a glance over to Alice’s side of the table “So, anything big going on for you today?” he knew that being a Healer could take its toll, and quickly, and he hoped that things would stay mellow and calm for just a bit longer. The thought of his girlfriend working herself too hard was not one that Max wanted to entertain for very long, but he knew it was a hazard of the job.