How I spend my mornings Romano x Reader

    I usually wake up earlier than her to prepare breakfast. She'll wake up, then still half asleep walks past the kitchen and gesture a quick hello before heading to the bathroom. The sound of the shower and the sizzling of the pan merge to make a perfect melody. She always makes it back to the kitchen before I finish making breakfast. She comes from behind and pulls my curl to tell she's there. I curse in Italian and roughly kiss her. She giggles then walks away, but not before I smack her ass. She always makes a cute face of annoyance, then takes her seat and I serve the food. We have a nice breakfast that includes dirty jokes, immature teasing, occasional cussing and overall, nice conversation. Once done, we fight over who does the dishes but we both end up doing them together. After that, I go to take a shower while she does some chores. I come out of the bathroom and am attacked with kisses that knock me onto the bed. She straddles me and I flip her over. We have a tickle fight until she gets hold of my curl once again. at that time we have a kissing fight which results in us laughing. We get up and head out.
   
  That's usually how my mornings go, especially weekends.

    But not today. I woke up sore and dazed. I rolled over to see her sleepy face, but she wasn't there. I didn't make a big deal and went to the bathroom where I thought I could join her for a shower, but once again, she wasn't there. I finished my shower, dressed and headed to the kitchen. She wasn't there, so I searched the house, but apparently she left without me. I felt dejected and lost for a few hours. I did random stuff to keep me occupied until heard the door open. I went to see who it was. It was (f/n). She greeted me with a kiss and tld me she had something in the car. I asked to if she needed help, but she told me to stay. I was annoyed but I let her do what she wanted. I took a seat  at the table and pouted. She covered my eyes with her hand. I smiled and moved her hand only to reveal a surprise. (f/n) bought me a small cake in the form of a tomato. On the cake were the words 'Good Job, Lovi!' I blushed when she asked me what I thought about it. I didn't want to tell her I liked it. I flicked her forehead and asked what was this about. She smiled happily, then sat on my lap. The words that she uttered out of her mouth made me the happiest man in the world. I was going to be a dad. I spun her around out of joy then began kissing her all over. This continued until I flicked her forehead again. (f/n) protested and asked why I killed the moment. I responded by asking her what idiot would get a 'Good Job' cake to celebrate a baby coming. She just giggled and pulled me in for another kiss.

   I guess I'll spend my mornings a little differently now.