Imagine: A Day With Alfred F. Jones (Morning)

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    Imagine waking up in the morning to Alfred F. Jones being cuddled up next to you, fast asleep. You happened to have let the American live with you after he was kicked out of his place. At the time you were just friends and it has been a while, about five months, since that incident. It had only been two months since you two started dating, not that it was an important date- you didn't care for things like that.     You both realized a long time ago that you were attracted to each other in a way that exceeded friendship and you were both fine with that. This means the realtionship started out with a simple, "You've always been cute to me, wanna go out?" by your cute Alfred. There was really no way you could turn him down, seeing as you had a huge crush on him for the longest time. You happened to love sleeping and cuddling with your American and he enjoyed holding you close and playing cute games with you.
    But, back to your sleeping boyfriend. He happens to look so peaceful and quite adorable, which made you wish you had your phone close by so you could set this scene as your background image. Sadly, even if it was close by, you wouldn't have been able to reach it as his arms were wrapped semi-tightly around your waist. Not so tight so you couldn't breathe but not loose enough for you to leave the bed, which could be a problem later on. For now you decided just to watch him sleep, as there was no way you would be able to go back to your dream land.
    Eventually, after a good half-hour of thinking about the day and playing with your boyfriend's hair as he slept, your Alfred finally woke up. Thank god he didn't decide to sleep until noon like he normally tried to. He happened to wake up lazily, still half-asleep, as he murmured how much fun it is to cuddle with you and that he's glad he's your boyfriend. It was actually quite adorable to hear everything about you that he loved in such a soft voice. Not that you didn't mind when he talked in his normal tone, which happened to be extremely loud for some people. He followed up his sweet-talk with a bunch of soft-butterfly kisses, starting at your forehead, then to your nose, next to your cheek bone and finally, after a kiss on the corner of your lips, he proceeds to press his lips to yours. It was a very smooth, sweet kiss that made your stomach do flip-flops with how sugar-coated it was.
    After the small kisses being shared by both of you, his arms around you disappeared from your waist and went under the covers so that you could go to the bathroom and do your morning routine. Before you fully left the bed you gave him a soft kiss on his temple and flashed him a smile as you retreated into the only bathroom in your apartment.
    Once you finished up your morning routine you headed out to the small kitchen to make breakfast for yourself and Alfred, only to realize that your boyfriend wasn't still resting in your shared bed but rather cooking. You smiled and walked up to him before wrapping your arms around his waist and snuggling into his back. Alfred lets out a small chuckle rather than his full-out laugh. Seeing as it's still fairly early and he knows you don't really like loud noises he tones down his laugh just for you.
    Alfred ends up giving you a small kiss on the lips before finishing the cheese omelet and cooking up some bacon. If he was with anyone else he would have probably tried to make a hamburger, or at least go out and get some, but this is you we are talking about. He happens to like showing off his cooking skills whenever you're around because he knows you will enjoy it.
    After dishing out two plates worth of food Alfred then leads you to the couch where you snuggle up next to him to eat your breakfast in front of the TV. It's become a habit that you both like because it gives you even more time to share body warmth.
    "Thank you for cooking this morning." You said softly between bites of your delicious food.
    "I would do anything to make you happy, (Name). Never forget that. M'kay, dudette?" He said with a smile as you giggled and nodded.
    "How could I ever forget, Alfred? You're perfect for me and I love you more than anything in the world."
    "Yeah? Well, I love you more than hamburgers." Alfred said with a bright smile as you smiled back at your American boy. You couldn't see yourself doing anything but this and Alfred happened to agree with your thoughts. He just can’t imagine not seeing your adorable face in the morning, afternoon and night of each day.