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Opening your eyes, you let out a yawn and stretched but ended up pausing when you noticed you were the only one in the bed.

“Antonio?” You called, your voice croaking.

You sat up and rubbed your sleepy eyes, wondering where your boyfriend had gone off to. Stepping onto the cold floor, a shiver ran up your spine and you yawned once more. You were intending to call the man you loved once more but the sound of a guitar reached your ears. Your expression brightened and you clumsily ran towards the source.

“There you are.” You smiled at Antonio who was playing the guitar as he sat on the little bench in the garden.

His green eyes were revealed as soon as he stopped the tune he played and a soft smile appeared on his features. He patted the seat next to him and you immediately moved to sit down.

“Did you sleep well?” He asked.

“Yeah but I would have slept more if you were still in bed.” You pouted but that only caused a chuckle to leave his lips.

He placed a kiss against your forehead causing a light blush to run across your cheeks.

“I was in the mood to play,” He simply told.

“You always say that.” You returned the kiss but on his lips before resting your head on his shoulder.

Antonio played a little tune causing you to close your eyes and hum along. Mornings like this mostly happened but you never complained. Listening to a calm melody as soon as you wake up was really soothing and it made you want to go back to sleep but you knew you had many things to do in the day.

His thumb grazed over the strings one last time and you lightly clapped in appreciation.

“Right. I’ll go and make breakfast and I’ll call you when it’s done.” Antonio smiled at this and you both shared a kiss once more.

You stepped back into your home and made your way to the kitchen. You placed the bread in the toaster and allowed them to cook while you made the eggs. As they cooked, your finger accidently touched the hot pan causing a small cry of pain to leave your lips.

“[F/N]?” Antonio’s voice was heard and he rushed into the kitchen to see what happened.

You cradled your pained finger and tears stung the corner of your eyes. He immediately went to your side, turning off the gas underneath the pan before guiding you to the sink. Running the cold water, he whispered reassuring words while placing your finger underneath. You winced but the cold water helped ease away the burning pain.

“Go and rest. I’ll finish off making the breakfast.”

“B-But-” You tried to protest but he gave you a stubborn look making you sigh and leave the kitchen.

You plopped down onto the sofa in an ungraceful manner and turned on the TV to get rid of your boredom. After a while, Antonio returned with two plates of food but he put his to the side and placed yours on his lap.

“What are you doing?” You asked, eyeing the movement he made but when took a piece of the egg and brought it to your mouth, you blushed in embarrassment.

“Antonio! I can feed myself.”

“You can’t with that injury!”

“I burnt my finger, that’s it-” The food was shoved in your mouth and you almost choked.

You quickly swallowed the piece and sent your best glare at your boyfriend who simply shrugged it off.

“Eat otherwise I’ll force it down you in another way.” His tone was scary and it brought a chill down your spine.

The only times you had heard him use that tone was when he was drunk. Who knew your boyfriend could use it when he wasn’t intoxicated with alcohol. You quickly gave him a nod before opening you mouth and chewing on the yummy food.

“Just one more piece.” He brought the fork to your mouth and you tried to supress an eye roll over how Antonio was treating you like a kid.

Putting away your plate to the side, the taller male grabbed a blanket and put it over you.

“You are to rest for the day and don’t you dare move from here.”

“But what if I need to go to the bathroom?”

“…That’s an exception.” You chuckled at the fact that he hesitated before getting comfy into the soft blanket.

As soon as he went off, a smile settled onto your features, a tint of pink covering your cheeks.

“Dork,” You muttered before focusing back on the TV, your smile stretching further.