(Song: Dirty Paws by Of Monsters and Men)

I wake up to light filling the room. Apparently, we never closed the curtains last night, so that stinks. I've never been good at taking naps, and I definitely won't be able to fall back asleep, so I guess I'll just have to be tired today.

Harry's arm is still wrapped around me, so I assume he's asleep. I decide it's better if I don't move since I don't want Harry to be tired for the whole day like I will. Especially since he spent the whole night losing sleep when he was dealing with me. I close my eyes and try to just relax until Harry wakes up or moves his arm.

A solid twenty minutes or so passes before Harry finally begins to wake up. He groans and lifts his arm off of me, stretching them above his head. "Good morning, love. When did you get up?" He says.

"Just a few minutes ago," I say. "I didn't get out because I didn't want to wake you up."

"Aw, well, I appreciate the extra few minutes of sleep you let me get," Harry chuckles.

"You're welcome," I respond with a smile.

"Why don't we go downstairs and I'll make some breakfast? Then we can decide what we're going to do today," Harry suggests, slightly sitting up and leaning on the backboard of the bed. His hair was a little messy, but definitely not as bad as my bedhead.

"Okay," I say. "Can you carry me though?" I ask, giving him puppy dog eyes.

Harry sighs. "You ask so much of me," he jokes before lifting me up and carrying me downstairs.

Once we get downstairs, he puts me down on my chair and walks to the kitchen. "Do you want some coffee?" He asks.

"Yes, please," I say. There's no way I can make it through today without some caffeine. I'm not usually a coffee person, but I guess I am this morning.

Harry nods his head and starts making two cups of coffee. "What do you want to eat? I'll make breakfast," I tell Harry as I stand up from my chair. It's unfair to make him do all the work.

"You want to make pancakes? I can help you when I finish the coffees," he suggests.

"Yeah!" I say. I was secretly hoping he'd say something like that. I'm not in the mood for something boring like a bagel or oatmeal.

"Coolio. The pancake mix is in the cabinet right over there," he says and points to the cabinet in the corner of the kitchen.

I nod my head and walk over to it. "Never say 'coolio' ever again," I cringe. I haven't heard that word used in years.

Harry chuckles. "What? What's so bad about 'coolio?'" He asks. I watch him as he begins to pour some cream into the coffees. Hopefully he doesn't poor too much. It's probably really high in calories.

"It's just so not coolio," I say with a shrug.

"So you can use it but I can't?" Harry asks.

"Well, I was only saying it to make a point," I defend myself. "Plus, I'm not a dad like you. Dad's can't say words like that because they think it makes them hip, but it really just ruins their social status."

"Geez, I never knew I'd have to give up my vocabulary when I adopted a child," Harry mumbles.

"Yeah, it was in the fine print," I chuckle.

"Whatever, here's your coffee," he says, handing me a warm mug. I look down at the drink and notice the light color. He really did put a lot of cream in here. I can just eat less later.

"Thanks," I say. "Here's the pancake mix." I hand him the box which he gratefully accepts.

"Come on, I'm starving," Harry groans. He opens the box and grabs the milk and a few eggs from the fridge after reading the ingredients list on the side of the box.

"Fine," I say. I take a quick sip of my delicious coffee before setting it on the table and helping Harry with the pancakes.

After Harry puts the mix in the bowl, I add the eggs and he begins to stir. Once it was fully mixed, I add the rest of the wet ingredients and he stirs again for a while.

"Here, you take this and stir. I'll be right back," he says. The look on his face resembles a little boy who just walked into a candy store. Don't even ask me what he could be up to.

"Okay," I say. He hands me the whisk and goes to a cabinet looking for whatever he was getting.

"Ellie!" Harry yells, rather loudly. "Close your eyes, it's a surprise," he says.

"Okay!" I yell back. I drop the whisk in the bowl and close my eyes.

A few seconds later, Harry finishes whatever he was doing and says, "now you can open your eyes."

I open my eyes and look at the batter. "See? Now they're better!" Harry says. "I don't eat boring pancakes."

The bowl was filled with blue pancake batter and rainbow sprinkles. "You're crazy, you know?" I laugh.

"I know," he says. "But once you try these pancakes, you'll never eat normal ones again."

"We'll See about that," I say.

Harry grabs the bowl and pours some on a hot pan. "You can go sit down. I'll have your masterpiece ready for you in a minute," he says.

I nod my head and grab my coffee before sitting back down in my chair.

Harry brings over a plate of twenty or so pancakes about ten minutes later. "I might have gone a little overboard, but that's okay," he says.

I laugh at the big pile of food and grab two to place on my plate. "Just a little," I say.

I eat both of my pancakes and drink all my coffee, trying my best not to let the thought of calories get in my way.

After breakfast, Harry and I move over to the couch to talk. "So what do you want to do today?" He asks.