I had to grin at the fact that he woke up worse than i did. I laughed, he looked like a zombie in just boxers, sitting on the edge of the bed with messed up hair and sleepy eyes. "I slept just fine thank you." I nodded, glad he was mine and that I didn't have to share with anyone. I ginned at the thought and pulled my hair out of the ponytail i had quickly put in to get it of my back and chest.<br/>"I hate wet hair. It sticks to my skin." I muttered as he walked over, running his hand through my hair. With a sigh, I rested my forehead on his stomach, closing my eyes and savoring the skin on skin contact. "Though, I guess you already knew that." I said, lifting my head and leaning back, taking in his body before suggesting for him to get dressed. I walked back out of the room back to the heated grittle and started making pancakes.<br/>When you could smell the pancakes through the whole house, Chris comes sauntering in, leaning against the counter. I nod as he says sometime about furniture. I grinned into the pancake batter as he said a chair and a half.<br/>Without a second to think, I leaned over and kissed him, happy that he remembers the little stuff. I moved back to making pancakes, but had a warm fuzzy feeling I got every time I had thought of actually kissing him in real life. "Now," I joked. "What's my birthday?" I stuck my tongue out at him so he know I was teasing but after two years of being the first to tell me happy birthday at two am my time, I hoped he would remember that it was February 6. "I'll kiss you again if you can remember." I said, flipping the pancakes and standing on one leg, my other foot crossed behind it. "And yes. I would like to go get some stuff to fill our house with." I said, flipping the pancakes onto the plate and handing it to Chris. "Have at em, babe."