The last time I can say for sure that anyone ever brought me breakfast in bed was my 18th birthday... and it was my mom who brought it to me. I have made breakfast for boyfriends and brought them food in bed. Until this morning no one had done that for me.

When I opened my eyes this morning Oliver is standing there with a cup of orange juice and a plate. My first thought was "He wants me to move so he can sit on his bed and eat." So, I sit up and move over and he hands me the plate and the cup and says "I didn't know what you wanted in your omlette so I just put ham & Cheese"
I put the plate down and rubbed my face still waking up and a little confused. "you brought me breakfast in bed?" he nods 'yes'. God, I Love him... When did I get so lucky?