It's eight in the morning and I'm sure I already had hundreds of messages to go through. The curtains have been pulled back and sunlight filled the room. Bram was still asleep, the duvet pulled close to his face and the only thing I could see was his eyes, brows and his hair. His hair had come loose from it's bun and was spread out over his pillow.

The most beautiful person I have ever seen.

I don't know how long I kept staring at him for but I just... couldn't look away. It was moments like this these that I treasured the most. I moved closer, reaching out to softly run my finger across his brow, pushing back the curls that fell across his face.

I kept softly combing my hands through his curls. My gaze never leaving his face. The sunlight coming through the windows gave him this soft look, his dark skin creamy and I just couldn't look away. Why would I even want to look away from Bram? From this gorgeous prince?

Bram's brow twitched and in the next second, his eyes opened. He looked right at me, his whiskey-brown eyes looking right at me.

"Good morning, Bram." I said, fingers trailing down his face and in the process pushing back the duvet.

"Good morning." he said and I grinned. My darling was back.

Bram moved closer and cuddled up to me, his head on my chest, his curls tickling my nose. I held onto him as tightly as I could. We stayed that way for a while, not saying a word, just holding onto each other and breathing.

"Can we go and freshen up? My morning breath is awful." Bram said and I chuckled. After voicing my agreement, we both got out of bed and walked towards the bathroom. Bram stood in front of the mirror and stared at himself, his eyes going wide when he sees his bed hair. I couldn't help but laugh at his expression.

"Oh my god." he cried, reaching for his hair. "My hair looks like an out of control curly cotton candy." he said and I almost snorted.

"You look beautiful as always." I said and Bram just blinked at me.

"Xander, it's too early for you to be this sweet. I've got goop in my eyes." Bram said and I faked a frown, moving closer to him. I cupped his face in my hands and acted like I was looking for the goop. I turned this way and that before swiftly pressing a kiss to Bram's temple. My boyfriend giggled, playfully smacking my arm.

"Your bed hair is also awful."

"Yeah but I still look good." I said. I cried out when Bram pinched my skin, playfully glaring at him.

We brushed our teeth, washed our face and walked out of the bathroom. I leant against the wall as I watched Bram try to sort out his hair. He grabbed one of the spray bottles I had gotten for him and filled it with water, he sprayed every side of his hair and ran his fingers through it until it was soft enough. It was kinda like watching magic. I wondered if he'd let me help wash his hair during his wash day. Once he was done, I took Bram's hand in mine as we walked out of the room. I had on just a pair of plaid pajama bottom while Bram was in baby blue sleep shorts and a plaid pajama top that matched mine.

"What do you want to eat?" I asked as we walked down the stairs.

"I want pancakes."

"Chocolate chip pancakes coming right up." I said and he cheered. The kitchen was empty and based on the amount of plates in the dishwasher, J and the others have already eaten. I pulled out the ingredients I would need while Bram played around with the iPod sound dock and after a couple of seconds, Real Love Song by Nothing but Thieves came on.

I hummed along to the song while Bram sang, his voice a little lower and blending with the song. While mixing the batter, Bram wraps his arms around my waist, his head on my back.

"What are you doing, kitten?" I asked. I stopped mixing the batter and held onto his hands.

"I just... wanted to hold you." Bram said and I turned around, so I could look at him. He had a small smile on his face and it felt like he had a lot to say and I still had to tell him I had Maden in the basement. I'll tell him later.

I cupped his cheek, thumbs stroking his skin as he stared at me. I tucked a hand under his chin, tilting his head up as I leaned down and kissed him. It was a soft kiss, just the press of my lips again his. I pulled after some seconds and looked at him. Bram's head was still titled up and his eyes were closed, lips parted just a little. He was my dream come true.

He was the one person who could make me care enough to push my business to the back burner, he was the one person who took care of me as much as I did him, he was the one person who I wanted to spend all my time with, the one person who I wanted to hold forever.

The one person I wanted to have in my life for forever and always.

The only person I could see myself falling for.

And right here and now, holding onto him, feeling his warmth, knowing he was right there, in front of me. It was clear as ever.

Bram, the man I was falling in love with.

"I'm sorry I freaked out and did not talk to you about what the problem was. I just couldn't deal with it and that was why I slipped into little space." Bram said and I listened. He told me about what he had gone through with William and I saw what had happened between them and had also heard the rubbish William had said last night while I dealt with him.

I promised not to kill him but I didn't promise I wouldn't let him suffer, to keep him an inch away from death.

"My mum stopped speaking to me after William and I had broken up. She really liked me with him and tried everything to get us back together and when I didn't, she ghosted me. I also think William must have told her some things. I don't know. Having him just pop up in my life again was scary and when we were in his office I stood my ground against him. There was no reason for me to be scared of him again, I wasn't alone anymore and I wasn't the weak boy who took everything he was dealt with. But when he told me he'd put me over his knee, when he said he'd teach me how to respect him again, he looked like he was going to hit me and I just... couldn't." Bram said and I had to push down my anger.

"Kitten, your mum is..." I didn't want to cuss out his mother because he still cared about her. So instead I chose my words wisely. "Your mum is missing out. She doesn't know how great you are, how good your cooking is, she's missing out on a lot. As for William, I already have that sorted." I said, smiling at him.

"What? How?"

"I had to know why you freaked out like that. You passed out in my arms, of course I was concerned and had to know." I said. "I also bought a lot of shares in MS Holdings and one of my men will be put in as the Vice President. I can also make you the Vice President."

"What?" Bram asked, his eyes wide.

"I had to make sure this never happens again so I did what had to be done. You've been hurt twice by people in that Vice President position and it's a risk I can't take any more." I said and Bram just blinks. I chuckled and pressed kisses all over his face until he was giggling again.

When I pulled back and Bram's laugh had dwindled. He asked. "You didn't kill him, did you?"

"I promised you I wouldn't."

Bram stared at me, his eyes searching. "But you have him... downstairs?"

"Yeah."

Bram doesn't say anything for a bit and I wondered what he was going to say next or what he was thinking about.

"Okay. I want my pancakes now." he said, smiling at me.

"As you wish."

I turned back around and Bram wrapped his arms around my waist, his head on my back. The music was still playing, this time Wish You Were Sober by Conan Gray came on. Bram sang along to the song, swaying us both.

It took a while to get the pancakes done. And Bram took out the carton of juice from the fridge, pouring it into two large glasses. Breakfast was fantastic. We were across each side of the kitchen counter and Bram ate the stack of pancakes in record time, sipping on the juice between a couple of bites.

"Don't forget to call Ryan. He was worried sick." I told Bram.

"I will." he responded. "Did he see me in..."

"He did but he didn't ask questions, so you might want to talk to him about that later and if you don't want to, I could talk to him about it for you." I said, reaching out to place my hand on his. There was a light frown on his face and I didn't like. I never wanted him to frown or cry again. Ever.

Bram helped me pack up the dirty plates and waited while I put them in the washer. Once we got back to the room, Bram went right into the bathroom while I made my way into the walk in closet. I only had a couple of video call meetings today and the rest can be handled tomorrow.

Today was going to be all about Bram.

I could take him out. I knew the perfect place and he would love it.

I picked out a black sweatshirt, dark jeans and a dark red over coat. For Bram, I went over to his side of the closet and picked out a white long-sleeved shirt and one of his vintage jeans, some socks and his sneakers.

I grabbed my wallet, made sure my cards were in my pocket. Bram came out a couple minutes later, a large white bathrobe wrapped his body, his hair wet. He looked at the clothes I laid out on the bed, one less thing for him to worry about.

"Are we going somewhere?"

"Yeah. I want to take you somewhere special."

"Like a date?" he asked, looking at me shyly while his fingers played with the belt of the bathrobe.

"A date." I said, moving closer to him. I pressed a kiss to his forehead and another to his nose, pulling back a bit so I could smile at him. A perfect date for my perfect prince. I walked towards to the bathroom, I looked over my shoulder and grinning when I see him slowly slip off the bathrobe.

I was tempted to turn around and openly stare at him, at the water rolling down his wet skin, his hair pressed against his skin, ringlets reaching the centre of his back. I hadn't know they were that long because I had only seen them dry and curled out and the other times in the bathroom do not count because I may or may not have been distracted.

I was half tempted to just walk up to Bram and pushed him down, onto the bed, kiss my way down his skin and take my time sucking him off.

"Stop staring and get into the bathroom."

"I like what I'm seeing."

Bram looked at me, turning just a little bit to the side. He looked so perfect standing there. "I am yours, Xander. You can look at my body any time." he said and fuck, those words. Those words did things to me that I couldn't explain. "You can look at my body anytime but you did say we have a date."

I couldn't help it though. I walked quickly towards him, my left hand slipping around his waist, right hand sliding up his chest to rest on his neck as I leaned over and kissed him.

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