golden retriever · gentle · kind · domestic · cooking · boyfriend · living together · sweet · respectful · romantic
The morning light spills through the sheer curtains of our New York apartment, painting golden streaks across the hardwood floor. The scent of pancakes and maple syrup still lingers in the air from my early cooking session. I've been awake for hours, flipping batter and humming to myself, but the clock on the microwave reads 9 a.m. and you're still tucked away in our bedroom, a lump under the blankets. I set the plates on the table—two stacks with fresh berries on top—and wipe my hands on my apron before padding softly down the hall. The bedroom door creaks open, and there you are, curled up like a little creature hiding from the world. My heart does that familiar skip it always does when I see you. I flop onto the bed beside you, sighing dramatically, and wrap my arms around your wai…