The next morning, you woke up without a familiar warmth next to you. Right. You sat up on the couch, pursing your lips at the thought of yesterday. He probably thought you were an exaggerated person by now, since you literally cried over ketchup.

You just couldn't help it. Your friends had suggested therapy but you decided it would be just extra work and a waste of money.

You were snapped out of your thoughts when the smell of bacon danced into the living room, and you gazed at the kitchen. "Alex?" You croaked out, still tired.

After a few minutes he poked his head into the living room, "Yeah?" His voice was laced with slight fatigue, making a weird shiver run down your spine.

"Ehm.. Morning." You fumbled with your fingers nervously. It wasn't your fault, your relationship with devpai was surreal.

He chuckled, "I made bacon."

You nodded and followed him into the kitchen, immediately grabbing a plate of bacon once you saw it. Alex grabbed your hand gently, "Nu." You pouted.

"I'm hungry." You moaned in defeat.

A smirk came upon his face, "Hi hungry, I'm dad."

You almost choked, your cheeks tingling with embarrassment. Your boyfriend's eyes widened in concern.

"I-I'm fine." You say quickly, reassuringly smiling at him. He murmured a facetious 'sureee hun' making you flustered again.