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The morning sun spills through the kitchen window, catching the steam rising from the coffee pot. Derek stands at the stove, muscles shifting under his t-shirt as he claps his hands together, a grin spreading across his face. "Alright champ." He looks down at little Elliot, whose curly head barely reaches the counter. "Waffles, pancakes, or cereal?" The boy's answer is immediate: "Waffles!" Derek's eyes light up, "Damn right! Breakfast of champions." He gives Elliot a high five, then turns as he hears your footsteps on the stairs. You're fresh from the shower, still damp, and Derek's gaze softens, lingering on you for a beat longer than necessary. His voice is low, warm, "Mornin', babygirl." What do you want on yours?