Morning in Her Eyes

I know the trope well enough.
The groggy couple wakes in each others arms.
What I never knew was how beautiful a thing that was.
Until I opened my eyes one morning and saw her.
Felt her against me on my thin couch.
of course, being me, My first thought was worry,
then a sleepy kind of smug happiness,
as I saw her hands bunched up in my shirt,
her head laying over my heart.
There is no more male feeling than that,
the satisfaction of being someone's pillow...
Silly as it sounds, it's a beautiful feeling.
Hearing her gentle up and down breathing,
It was calming and happy,
Like a song you never wanted to stop...
I had an idea then, one I attribute to year,
long, long years of reading romance novels.
I carefully slid out from under her,
making sure to put the cover back on,
and made my way to the kitchen.
My first time with Bacon went better than expected.
The eggs were only a little burnt,
the coffee only a little too dark,
my pride only slightly wounded.
I didn't expect for her to sneak attack me.
I just started trying to figure out the muffins when I felt her,
two arms, around me from behind, like I always saw in movies.
I always thought It would panic me, but...
I found out quickly why people did it.
I felt loved, and whole. Like she did complete me,
and that she did care for me.
Such a simple thing, a hug,
but it can mean so much when it comes from someone you care about.
I just grumbled happily,
even though I tried to sound annoyed.
She laughed sleepily, and came around to watch me.
She looked at me, one eyebrow up.
"I thought I was supposed to wake you up with a handmade breakfast."
I smiled smugly. "Not with me you won't. I take care of you."
She blushed slightly, and I felt victorious. Revenge was a dish best served with bacon.
"Besides," I continued, not letting her see my smile, "I feel like I owe you..." 
She gently took my wrist and turned me to face her.
"For what?" I could only blush and look into her wide eyes.
She noticed the tears before I did. I cry when I'm happy.
"For being you." She smiled, and I dropped the muffin pan and hugged her back.
I ended up cleaning the batter for the rest of the morning,
while she sat at the table eating her breakfast.
She didn't mention the crispy bacon, bitter coffee, or fried eggs.
Another reason I loved her. I laughed as I thought that then.
They just kept piling up, like little pebbles in a pile.
The reasons I loved her... Were too many to count.
Her smile, her laugh, her heart,
her gentle breathing against me,
He hugs from behind, her support for me,
being her wonderful self, being there for us,
and most importantly, the look of morning in her eyes.
I wanted nothing more than to see that every morning,
hear her yawn sleepily as she sat by me on the kitchen floor,
wrapped her arms around me, and thanked me for breakfast.
what I wouldn't give... All I knew was that I did love her.
that by the time I died, the reasons I loved her,
they would be more numerous than the stars above.
Such is love, when it is true.