Samar was awake before Aram; as she always was when she spent the night with him. Slipping from under the warm covers, she made sure she didn't wake him. After she was confident that he was still sound asleep, she moved silently to the bedroom door, but stopped long enough to grab one of his Doctor Who t-shirts to wear. Samar smirked at the dark blue cotton. Aram had managed to talk her into watching a few of the episodes with him. She didn't understand what was going on, but enjoyed the shear absurdity of the show none the less. With one last look towards the bed, and the faint Aram outline under the sky blue comforter, Samar left the bedroom wearing a smile of pure contentment.

In the kitchen, she set the coffee maker. While it was doing that, she pulled two mugs out of the cabinet, and then went to the pantry to get out a packet of blueberry pop-tarts that Aram liked to eat most mornings. She put them in the toaster, but didn't set them to cook. There were still a few minutes left until the pot was full of freshly brewed coffee. That gave her time to go to the front door to retrieve the paper. Upon opening the door, she saw Aram's neighbor standing in his open doorway reading the front page; like he did nearly every morning. Politely, she waved at him, and then ducked back inside. No sooner had Samar shut the door, the coffee maker was finished. She dropped the paper on the back of the couch, then returned to the kitchen. Taking Aram's mug in hand, she poured half a cup of black coffee into it. Next she added cream and sugar in just the way he liked it.

With mug in hand, Samar went back down the hall to the bedroom. She opened the door silently. Samar had to resist the urge to laugh. the mass that was Aram hadn't moved an inch. Even though he was a happy person in the morning, he hated waking up. Sitting down next to him, she pulled the covers back to reveal the top of his head and his cap of messy black hair. Down further, she revealed his face, and his stubble covered cheek. Setting the coffee cup on the nightstand, Samar leaned over him, her lips pressing against his cheek. She kissed him a few times and then whispered, "Time to wake up." Aram grumbled making Samar laugh lightly. So, she resumed kissing his cheek, but she didn't stay there. She moved until her lips were touching his. After each kiss she called his name. "Come on sleepy head. Wake up."

Aram's brain started to wake up as he vaguely recognized Samar's voice, and realized that she was kissing him. He groaned, his arms stretching out to move the covers off of him. A few seconds later, she stopped what she was doing. It prompted him to open his eyes. Samar was the most beautiful sight he could ever wake up to. "Morning...." he slurred.

"I made coffee," Samar smiled, leaning over to grab his mug to hand it to him.

"You're amazing," Aram said in awestruck wonderment.

"And you're adorable," Samar kissed his cheek one more time and then stood up. "I've got your favorite pop-tarts in the toaster waiting for you."

Aram sat up and took a sip of his morning beverage. He moaned in caffeinated bliss. This was the life he'd been waiting for with a woman he loved more than anyone he'd ever known.