With a fading last ounce of energy, I drifted off to sleep.
...
"Huh? Who? What?" I didn't normally react or talk in my sleep or anything, but I woke up to a kiss.
"Rise and shine, my love."
After I let out one of the biggest yawns of my life, I asked "what time is it?"
"9:20." You fell asleep just before 11. I watched the news before I hit the hay." Before I had realized what was before me, I heard "Sit up, dearest." I started to smell an aroma. "I brought some fixings from home before you got here yesterday. I hope you like it."
"Niiick" I whined. "You did all this for me?"
"Compliments of the best chef in the Hanrihan's Parisian Suite."
"Aww - thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you!" Ugh, why did he have to be so perfect? Even more than I could've ever dreamed. "I would hug you if the tray table weren't right in front of me already."
"How about a kiss?" I was okay with a mini make-out sesh.
"Hey, I was enjoying that!"
"So was I, but I don't want your crepes to get cold." And the assortment on the side was epic. The selection of fresh berries. The whipped cream (I had ideas about last night had I known it was in the room). Then I heard a pop. "You know we never had our champagne last night. Here. To us. May we always be together."
"To us, Nickiepoo."
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I think this was the happiest she had been since I'd known her. "I can't believe we're perfect together."
"I can't believe you did all this. I wish we could do this every day."
"I don't wanna go either. Oh by the way, I'm cooking for you Friday night, too."
"Oooh, my man's a chef."
"Don't get you're hopes up. I'm not a fancy cook, but I do know how to make a decent meal."