Warnings: None

Word Count: 1517

Summary: You and Josh enjoy a quiet morning together after the end of tour.

Author's Note: Posting this before I get on a plane back home! Might take me longer than usual to get to requests. Also my schedule is finally winding down so I'm going to start working on requests and there will be a big announcement later this week! In the meantime, I hope you enjoy this one :)

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You stared out the windows at the far end of the room, admiring the distant Los Angeles skyline. Jim was laying on your chest, blowing hot air onto your collarbones every time that he exhaled. His fur was soft beneath your fingers as you ran your hands along his back, making him slowly thump his tail against the couch in contentment.

It wasn't often that you got to enjoy lazy mornings, but you and Josh had just arrived back from the South American leg of the tour and were enjoying the free time before you moved on to Canada. As much as you loved tour life, it never quite beat sitting in your living room and watching the sunrise.

"I was wondering where you were this morning," Josh said, interrupting your daydream.

You turned around so that you were facing Josh. He was standing at the bottom of the stairs, wearing nothing but the shorts that he always wore to bed during the summers. His hair was a messy pile of curls on top of his head, still pressed flat from where he had been laying on his pillow.

"I was watching the sunrise with Jim," you answered, giving Jim another scratch on the head. "You can't get a good view from the bedroom."

Josh wandered over to where you were sitting and bent down so that he could press a gentle kiss to your lips. Jim, once he realized that Josh had woken up, rolled onto his side so that his belly was clearly exposed to Josh for rubs. You shifted your knees so that Josh would have a place to sit on the couch.

"Have you made breakfast yet?" he asked as he rubbed Jim's tummy.

"Not yet. I was waiting for you."

Josh grinned, "How thoughtful."

"Plus, you're way better at making eggs than I am."

"I can't argue that." Josh moved his hand from Jim to your leg and began rubbing small circles into your thigh. "Did you want to get started now?"

"Not if you keep doing that," you smiled.

Josh pulled his hand away from your leg and stood up, raising his hands over his head to stretch. You took a moment to admire the way his muscles moved, not even caring if your gaze lingered. He took notice of this.

"What are you doing?" he asked. His cheeks were already growing pink.

"Just looking at my husband," you said, holding a hand out to him. He walked over and laced his fingers with yours. "Is that such a crime?"

"I guess not."

You used Josh's hand as a support for you to pull yourself off the couch. At the same moment, Josh decided to help you a little by giving your arm a solid tug. This, of course, caused you to fall right into his chest.

"Was that on purpose?" you asked. One of your hands was still splayed out on his chest.

"Maybe," he grinned. With his free hand, he tilted your chin up so that he could kiss you. This one was more forceful than the last, and you found it hard to pull yourself away from his embrace.

"Come on, idiot. Let's make some breakfast."

Josh kept his arms wrapped around you as you made your way to the kitchen. Jim's toenails clicked on the wood floors as he followed after you, hoping to get a portion of whatever you and Josh ended up making.

"So, darling, what should we have for breakfast?" Josh asked.

"I was thinking eggs, toast, and coffee."

"That doesn't sound too difficult to make."

"I didn't think so."

Josh finally unwrapped his arms from around you and began to gather the things he would need to make eggs. You, meanwhile, grabbed your phone and connected it to the bluetooth speaker. No cooking was complete without music, especially if that music was from a playlist that you and your husband had been making together even before you started dating.

Once the music was playing, you danced your way into the kitchen and began to brew the coffee. Josh was very particular about the way that he liked his coffee, and it had taken you almost the entire five years you had been together to finally perfect his preferred technique. He even claimed that he liked it better when you made it, but you were pretty sure he was just flattering you.

"Do you need any help, Josh?" you asked.

He was still cracking eggs into the hot pan, all while Jim sat patiently by the counter staring up at him.

"I think I've got it. Did you make the toast already?"

"I was going to wait until the eggs were almost done so that it's still warm when we eat."

"Oh yeah, that makes sense."

You leaned against the counter next to where Josh was standing so that you could have a better view of what he was doing. He was quick to wrap his arm around you and pull you into his side, leaving his other arm free to stir the eggs with. You shifted so that you could wrap both of your arms around his middle and lean into him.

"You're awfully touchy this morning," you smiled up at him.

"I'm just taking advantage of the time I have with you that doesn't involve a full bus of crew members watching every bit of affection I give you."

"Yeah, that is nice, isn't it?"

"Very nice."

Josh took the opportunity to kiss you again, but you interrupted it by giggling halfway through.

"What?" Josh smiled, joining in with your laughter.

"I'm just not used to this!" you said. "It's... nice."

"Just nice?"

"Ok, more than nice, but I wasn't going to just say that."

Josh shook his head and returned to stirring the eggs around the pan. You leaned into him again and idly began to run your fingers along his side. Your touch made Josh jump a little.

"Are you ok?" you asked, stopping your movement.

"Yeah, I'm ok. That just tickles."

"Oh, sorry."

"Don't apologize. I'm too ticklish for my own good, anyway."

You resisted the temptation to run your fingers over his side again and instead went to start on the toast. The eggs were almost ready and you wanted to make sure that they didn't get cold before the toast was done.

You listened to Josh's quiet singing - something that didn't happen often - as you waited for the toast to finish, well, toasting. He didn't seem entirely aware of it as he stood over the stove, pushing the eggs around the pan. Jim was still sitting next to the counter, holding out hope for a chunk of egg.

"I think these are almost ready," Josh announced. "How's the toast and coffee coming along?"

"Coffee will be done in a few more minutes and the toast should be popping up at any moment."

"Perfect."

You grabbed the two jars of jam from the fridge, you and Josh could never agree on just one kind to buy, and set them on the counter next to the two plates you had grabbed earlier. The rest of the breakfast preparations went by in a flash, and before you knew it you and Josh were sitting out on the deck with your breakfast.

"Don't you think you should put on a shirt? We are on the deck, after all."

"It's nothing you can't find on the Internet," Josh smiled as he took a bite of toast. "Besides, are you saying you want me to cover up all this?"

Josh gestured to his torso with his half-eaten piece of toast. Now it was your turn to blush and cast your eyes away from him.

"Not saying that at all," you mumbled. "Just didn't know if you would care if the neighbors decided they wanted to come outside for breakfast too."

Josh shrugged, "I don't mind."

You tore off a small piece of your toast and held it out to Jim, who had been resting under the table while you ate. He happily took the bread from your fingers and swallowed it in one go. Next to you, Josh leaned back in his chair so that he could rest one arm on the back of yours. His hand lightly traced your shoulder as you took a long sip of your coffee.

"Thank you for waiting to make breakfast with me," Josh said. "This was really nice."

"Yeah, we should do this more often."

"It's just too bad we're not home more often."

"I know, but that doesn't mean that we shouldn't take advantage of the times that we are."

"You're right." Josh leaned over and pressed a kiss to your cheek. He left a bit of jam behind, which you quickly wiped away with the back of your hand.

"Gross," you giggled.

"Sorry," Josh mumbled around another bite of toast.

"Hey, Josh?"

"Yes, Y/N?"

"I love you a lot."

"I love you a lot too."

You smiled and leaned into Josh's shoulder. Lazy mornings were definitely something that you could get used to.