Aidan's P.O.V

(When May Wakes Him Up)

"Aidan." I hear a soft musical voice say.

I open my eyes to see my beautiful mate looking down at me with a small smile on her lips.

"Good morning" I say.

"Morning sleepy head." she says. I fake an offended look and May laughs. "Come on, get up so we can go and have breakfast. I'm hungry".

I roll my eyes at her and slide out of bed.

"Mind if I shower?" I ask.

"No, go for it" she replies handing me a towel. I grab my bag from the corner of the room.

I turn and walk into her ensuite.

I walk in and admire the rather large bathroom. It keeps the black and white theme from her bedroom There is a large white bath on the side and a large shower close beside it.

I turn on the shower and slip of my clothes and jump in.

I decide on taking a quick shower and am in and out fast. I change in to one of my soft white tops and tan shorts. I slip on my tan vans and put my sweat pants back in my bag. I chuck my towel in the black hamper in the corner and head out of the bathroom.

"Ready?" She asks looking up from her phone.

"Yep. Let's go" I say.

May leads me out of her room and down the stairs. We walk in to the kitchen and notice that no one else is around.

May answers my unasked question.

"The men of the pack usually go out for runs in the morning and the women go out with the children."

"Oh." Is all I say.

"Take a seat at the counter and I'll make some food." She says, gesturing to the stools at the counter.

"You don't have to do that." I tell her quickly.

"I don't mind" she says smiling.

I take a seat at the counter and watch and she takes of her scarf and slips on a apron. As she gets to work I take a look at what she's wearing.

She wears a white top with what I think is the Chanel logo on it and a pair of dark jeans and a pale pink cardigan. On the bottom she wears tan ankle boots. Her hair is pulled up in to a high pony tail with her natural curls spilling down her back.

I have to admire my mate's fashion sense because in the small time I've known her, she's looked beautiful in everything she's worn.

She looks over at me and catches me staring.

"What? Is there something on my face of clothes?" She asks looking down checking to see if there was something on her.

"No, you're just beautiful."

A light dusting of pink appears on her cheeks.

"Thanks" she say quietly. She turns back to the stove and grabs a plate from one of the draws. She dishes up some pancakes for me then grabs another plate and puts some pancakes on it too.

She places the plate infront of me and grabs out some maple syrup and whipped cream.

5 minutes later both of us have clean plates.

I turn and look at her and she looks at me. She starts going red then bursts out laughing.

"What?" I ask.

"You. Have. Whipped. Cream. On. Your. Nose" she says through giggles.

"What? Where?" I say.

"Hang on" she says. She lifts her arm up and wipes her finger across the tip of my nose still giggling. She moves her finger away and I see a smear of whipped cream on the end.

"Thanks. I say.

I then come up with a plan. A smirk appears on my face and I pick up my whip cream covered fork.

I turn and smear some on her nose.

She gives a small scream then glares at me. I see an evil look going in her eye as she picks up the can of whipped cream can.

"Wait," I say." One rule. Nothing on the clothes".

"Deal." She replies.

She then sprays a huge squirt on my face. From my chin to the top of my head.

"Ugh" I say feeling the slimy substance on my head.

May grins at me then runs away and out the door back in to the kitchen. I chase her and wrap my arm around her waist to stop her getting away.

I grab the can out of her hand and spray it in her hair and on her face.

"Eww" she exclaims.

"Truce?" I ask.

When I'm not expecting it she grabs the can out of my hand and sprays more in my hair.

"Truce" she replies, giggling.

She leads me back up to her room and in to the bathroom.

She reaches up and grabs the shower head.

"Wait here" she says handing me the shower head and walks out of the room.

She comes back in a couple minutes in a white top and soft shorts.

"What?" She asks when I look at her, confused. "I don't want to get my clothes wet".

"I might do the same thing then." I say.

I walk out of the bathroom and slip in to my sweat pants again and decide just to go shirtless.

I walk back in to the bathroom.

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