Chapter 27: Bacon Or Steak? Bacon!

I woke up to the smell of a delicious English breakfast wafting into the bedroom. Jason, as sweet as ever, was standing there with a tray, a warm smile on his face. I’ve always loved it when he does this for me—bringing me breakfast in bed. But what I love even more is the tender kiss and the gentle peck on my forehead that always follows. Jason truly is a wonderful man. "Good morning, sunshine," he greeted me warmly as he set the tray down on my lap. The spread was beautiful—scrambled eggs, crispy bacon, toast, baked beans, and even a little pot of tea. I smiled up at him, feeling a rush of affection. "Good morning, Jason," I replied, my heart full. He sat down on the edge of the bed, watching me with those kind eyes of his. I took a sip of the tea, savoring the moment. It’s these little gestures, these moments of thoughtfulness, that remind me why I fell in love with him. As I began to eat, I couldn’t help but let my mind wander back over all the beautiful and romantic things Jaso