Over the years he’d gotten to accept, and even sort of like, Valentines day. He still had called in sick for the day, he was not going out and dealing with people, with no plans of going outside of his home unless Aiden had something planned - which he very well might. His plans were simple - very simple.

Shuffling into the kitchen, planning to make breakfast for them both, Alexandre’s socked feet shuffled across the wooden floor. Opening the fridge he took his time, piling his arms with items, he closed the door with his hip and went to deposit everything onto the kitchen counter...and went back to the fridge. There were more things he needed, and was getting, from the fridge in order to make breakfast. It wasn’t the usual simple breakfast, it was a special day and he was going to treat it as such.

At some point in the day he was also expecting a special delivery of plants. He’d ordered several for the greenhouse and he was hoping they would arrive early, though not till after breakfast, so he could get them set up and continue with his day.

Tapping a socked foot on the floor he went about starting breakfast, and feeding the dogs when they arrived in the kitchen looking for their own food.

Aiden stirred at the sound of dog’s nails prancing across the hard wood floors downstairs. He rolled over to drape his arm over Alex only to be surprised by the absence of a warm body for him to pull in close and snuggle into.

“Crap…” He covered his face with one hand and let out a displeased groan. The plan was to wake up and cook him breakfast, not the other way around. If it wasn’t that he was so exhausted from powering up the night before then perhaps he would have been able to catch his boyfriend before he could sneak off downstairs.

With a sigh Aiden tossed the covers off and rolled out of bed wearing nothing but a pair of sleeping pants. Thanks to the wild weather, and all the snow, their fireplace had essentially been going non stop for awhile there with intermittent HVAC usage when they were blessed with power. Last night was no different; and since heat rises, it meant that their room was really toasty - to an almost uncomfortable degree.

They had been together for nearly four years, and in that time he had learned which floorboards to avoid if he wanted to be sneaky. Sometimes even their dogs didn’t notice him until he was close enough to gently tug on their tails.

While Alexandre’s head was ducked into the fridge Aiden took the oportunity to slide in behind him and wrap his toned arms around his boyfriends waist and pull him back. “Good morning,” He hummed. With a smile on his face he buried his nose in Alex’s ashen blonde hair and gave him a kiss on his temple.

Jerking at the sudden presence behind him, and arms snaking their way about him, he nearly smacked his head the top of the fridge as he straightened himself. “Morning. Did I wake you?” He’d hoped the other might sleep for a bit longer, until his surprise was closer to completion, not that he was upset by this - not at all.

Turning, slowly, the ashen blond leaned up to press his lips to the others in a gentle kiss. “I hope you had a good sleep.” He knew he had, their bedroom was nice and warm when compared to how cold it was outside. Using the fireplace was a lot better than the heat they paid for, though they did pay a fair amount for firewood, it left a pleasant smell in the house as well. He was willing to pay for it, well worth it in his opinion.

“Since you’re up do you want to help me with breakfast?” Another brush of lips against Aiden’s before he made to slip out of Aiden’s hold, so he could empty his arms of their burden, before he took a moment to lean against the counter top and look over his partner. “I think making breakfast together would be nice...you can help me.” Or just stand behind him and lend him his body heat, either or were acceptable. He also might just want to cuddle while making breakfast. If anyone, especially those who didn’t know him well, from the negaverse saw him now...well he was certain their reactions would be interesting. The small, because he really wasn’t tall, General all domestic and cuddly. Oh well, he was happy with this - with Aiden.

“Hmm, what do you plan on making?” Aiden turned to look over his shoulder at the ingredients that had already been pulled out. It all seemed kind of random and, in all honesty, made him think that Alex was simply cleaning out the fridge.

“I was sort of going with the little bit of everything idea.” He’d gone out yesterday to do the grocery shopping for this all, so he knew he had everything he’d need. The trip last night to the grocery store had been pleasant, mostly silent, and productive. “I was thinking fresh fruit on baked french toast, scones made here, bacon, eggs, hash browns, and a I was going to do toast with a homemade jam for it.” A little over the top perhaps, some might say it was, but he didn’t think it was - not for Aiden.

“Some veggies to go with the eggs, of course.” To keep it healthy, well sort of, he knew it was a bit of a heavy meal idea so the fruit was there to break it up a bit. He also figured on just a simple bowl of fresh fruit, milk, and some sort of granola or something similar. He had options - lots of options.

“It’s not too much you think?” He could, if Aiden thought so, cut back on some things. “I was going to start on the baked french toast first.” And go from there, ending with the eggs likely.

“Why don’t we start there, then see how hungry we are after we finish eating that first?” He suggested in a way to circumvent having to answer Alex’s question directly. For all he had planned, his boyfriend was more of a dainty eater than he was. It did, however, depend on his mood it seemed. There had been a few evenings where Alexandre had managed to eat even more than Aiden did; perhaps this was a similar case?

“While I’ll eat any leftovers, I think your eyes might be a bit bigger than your stomach.” Aiden teased. He leaned his head forward then and playfully nibbled on Alex’s ear.

“Maybe, it wouldn’t be the first time you know.” There had been enough times he’d made, or ordered, more food than he could manage. He had a healthy appetite, he was at a good weight, it was just that he didn’t eat as much as other people and he wasn’t as active as Aiden seemed to be. Despite his activities as a General he still didn’t seem to consume as many calories as his partner did.

“So what first? Baked french toast with fresh fruits..and what else?” Because that wouldn’t be enough for Aiden, and he knew that. So they’d have to make something else.