"It smells so good…" he mumbled. "Did you really make it?"
Matteo smiled proudly. "Why don't you come and see for yourself?"
Adrian finally rolled over. The moment their eyes met, a sleepy smile spread across his face. Without a word, he scooted across the bed and practically melted into Matteo's arms, wrapping himself around him like a sleepy koala.
"Good morning, Daddy," he mumbled against Matteo's chest, rubbing his cheek against the soft fabric of his shirt. "My head hurts…"
Matteo's heart softened.
He slipped an arm around Adrian's waist and gently ran his fingers through his messy morning hair.
"I know, baby," he said softly. "I'm sorry. Sit up for me. I made you some hangover tea and breakfast. It'll help you feel better."
Adrian let out a dramatic sigh but obediently pushed himself upright. Before Matteo could reach for the tray, Adrian leaned over and planted a lingering kiss on his cheek.
"Thank you, Daddy."
