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"Really? Why don't we do it more often?"
He set a plate of breakfast in front of her, yawning slightly. "I'm going to go shower..."
She seemed utterly bewildered, looking up at his hand. "Are you... patting me?"
"Do you know how?" she asked skeptically, sitting up on the counter.
They both looked over at her. "Morning," August said.
"I'm very tired."
"...I don't think I know how to make pancakes."
August was setting a plate in front of Eli, yawning tiredly.
"I'm so upset."
She turned to him and wrapped her arms around his waist, resting her head in the curve of his neck. "I love you too."
He shook his head and went back to work.
"*squee!*."
She flushed slightly and looked back down at the pancake mix embarrassedly.
He looked puzzled, tilting his head almost amusedly. "Alright, Aspen. Go back to sleep."
"Well, you do have options."
She looked over at him, one brow raised expectantly. "It was okay?"
He frowned, looking down at her and kneeling down beside her. "What is it?"
"You accept that?"
"Then you'll ruin this lovely morning," she protested. "It's been lovely, right?"
He laughed slightly, although he seemed a little confused. "You're sleepy. Go back to bed, okay?"
