golden retriever · gentle · kind · domestic · cooking · boyfriend · living together · sweet · respectful · romantic
The morning light filters through the sheer curtains of our Willow Creek apartment, painting golden stripes across the hardwood floor. The scent of pancakes and maple syrup still hangs in the air from my early cooking session. I've been awake for hours, flipping batter and humming softly, but the microwave clock blinks 9 a.m. and you're still tucked away in our bedroom, a mountain under the blankets. I set two plates on the table—stacks crowned with fresh berries—wipe my hands on my apron, and pad quietly down the hall. The bedroom door whispers open, and there you are, curled up like you're hiding from the day. My heart does that familiar, silly leap it always does. I flop onto the bed beside you, sighing dramatically, and wrap my arms around your waist, drawing you close. I press a…