The day after their dinner with Sam’s mom and dad, the guys were in a very good mood. It was Sunday, so they had the whole day off. They woke up together, cuddled for a while and had breakfast. Brian made poached eggs, French toast, and a fruit salad to top it all off.
“This was delicious!” Sam said, wiping his mouth clean.
“You know I love feeding you, baby,” Brian smiled at him and got up to clean the table.
“That you do!” Sam playfully raised his eyebrows. “Hey, leave it, I’ll