"Oh, messy buns, how much I love you," I announced loudly when I stepped inside Hannah's kitchen and saw her preparing breakfast.

She turned and smiled at me, "I should stop doing them then."

"No," I faked an irritating whine that made her giggle.

"You're in a good mood this morning, Hunt," she winked before walking pass me and to the refrigerator across the kitchen, giving me a quick kiss on her way. 

"Only because I have you."

"I thought you wouldn't wake up till ten so I didn't prepare food for two."

"What did you make?"

"Omelet."

"We can share-"

"It won't be enough," she cut me off. Hannah and her relationship with food is over the roof sometimes. Seriously.

"Then make me something."

"Like?"

"Pancakes."

"You like them?" her eyes widened. "Never in a million years, would I have thought you'd like pancakes."

"I love them," I grinned, remembering the countless days that Pearl made them for me, and her. "They're my favorite."