James finally shuffles out about thirty minutes later, a sleepy smile on his face as he sweeps his hair back from his eyes.

"Well, hey there, starshine," he breathes out, inhaling the aroma of coffee. "Smells good in here."

As he steps further in the kitchen, seeing the spread of food, his eyes widen. "You made those waffles I like? Whatever I did to deserve this, I'm damn grateful."