Chapter 183: April Is Breakfast

The morning light filtered through the small kitchen window of the cabin, casting a warm, honey-colored glow across the countertops. April stood in the quiet space, her feet bare against the cool floor, carefully putting the finishing touches on breakfast.

She had made waffles, but these weren’t ordinary waffles.

They were thick, deep-grid Belgian waffles baked until the edges were golden-crisp and the centers remained tender. She covered the top with a generous, swirling mountain of rich chocolate whipped cream, dressing them up until they looked almost too good to eat. Beside the plate, she set down a glass of cold, chocolate milkshake, crowned with another massive dollop of the same dark cream.

Then came the scrambled eggs, soft, buttery, and cooked on low heat until they were perfectly light and fluffy.

She placed everything neatly on a polished tray, stepping back to admire her handiwork with a soft smile.

It was her way of saying, I’m sorry.

Over the past few months, April had been quietly studying her now-wife. It was a habit born of profound affection, taking mental notes on every little habit, reaction, and preference Angel displayed. Through all that careful observation, she had noticed something very important.

Angel loved chocolate, without her knowing she loves chocolate.

She loved it in almost everything, in drinks, in pastries, sprinkled over fruit, or melted down into thick glazes.

April remembered their wedding celebration. The caterers had prepared a grand, multi-tiered cake with different layers and intricate flavors, but when it came time to indulge, Angel had bypassed every fancy option and gone straight for the chocolate slice. She had eaten so much of it with such pure, unabashed satisfaction that April had immediately realized just how deep her wife’s sweet tooth ran.

So this morning, waking up early with a heavy heart and a need to fix things, April had decided to use that weakness against her.

In the sweetest, most irresistible way possible.

With the breakfast fully prepared, April carefully picked up the weight of the tray, keeping her balance steady as she carried it down the narrow hallway toward the cabin room.

She nudged the door open quietly, easing her way inside without making a sound.

Angel was still fast asleep on the wide bed, tangled in the duvet and completely unaware that her delicious apology was waiting just a few feet away.

April set the tray gently on the bedside on the far side, keeping the cutlery from clinking, and turned to look down at her wife.

She couldn’t help but smile.

Angel looked so incredibly peaceful while sleeping. Her usual sharp, guarded expression was completely smoothed over by rest, her long lashes resting against her cheeks. For a moment, April thought her Alpha really did look like an angel, soft, vulnerable, and completely at ease in the quiet room.

April leaned closer, resting one hand on the edge of the mattress, and gently sniffed her Alpha’s crimson hair.

"Good morning, Papi," she hummed softly, letting her breath brush against Angel’s ear.

Angel didn’t open her eyes, she merely let out a low, groggy murmur and turned to the other side, burying her face deeper into the pillow.

"Papi... wakey, wakey."

April smiled at the stubbornness. She was honestly surprised that she had managed to wake up before Angel in the first place, given how heavily the Alpha usually dominated their mornings. She wondered if her wife had actually slept through the entire night without waking up once.

April moved closer to the edge of the bed, crawling onto the mattress and slowly bending down over her. She reached out with one hand and gently poked Angel’s soft cheek, then began tracing delicate, continuous little circles across her warm skin with the tip of her index finger.

"Papi... Papi..." she called softly, her voice melodic in the quiet cabin.

Angel finally had no choice but to give in and open her eyes.

She blinked against the light, staring sleepily up at the girl who had so persistently disturbed her peaceful sleep.

"It’s morning and you’re not awake..." April said, lingering over her with a mock-stern expression, almost as if she were scolding her for being lazy.

"Ohhh... breakfast, huh?" Angel muttered, her voice thick and gravelly from sleep.

She clearly assumed April had only woken her up because her own stomach was rumbling and she wanted food.

"Yes, breakfast. I made breakfast."

"Really? What time is it?"

"It’s past 9. You slept late, didn’t you?"

"Huh...?"

Angel slowly sat up, the bedsheets slipping down completely to reveal her bare upper body, still fully naked from the night before. She rubbed her sleepy eyes with the back of her wrist, stretching her shoulders until the muscles in her back tensed. When she finally turned around to face the bedside, her gaze landed straight on the tray resting beside the mattress.

April quickly moved to the other side of the bed, lifting the loaded tray and placing it squarely over Angel’s lap.

Before her wife could dig in, April reached out and grabbed both of her own ears, pinning them down like a child who had just been caught misbehaving red-handed.

She looked up at Angel with the biggest, most pleading puppy eyes she could possibly manage.

"Sorry for last night, Papi..." April said softly, her voice trembling with genuine, sweet anxiety. "I hope this doesn’t affect our sex life."

April had failed her punishment the previous night. Her body had given out from sheer exhaustion, and she had ended up falling asleep right in the middle of it all. The moment her eyes opened this morning, her mind had immediately started racing, desperately concocting ways to make it up to her wife before any resentment could brew.

Angel stared at her for a long, silent moment, taking in the wide, sorrowful eyes and the dramatic apology.

Then she burst into laughter.

It was a bright, boisterous sound that echoed through the small cabin room. Her wife was actually sitting there, terrified and completely serious, still stressing over what had happened the night before.

Angel quickly covered her mouth with her palm, trying to hold back the rest of her laughter as her chest heaved.

Honestly, if anyone was going to suffer from their little misunderstanding, it would undeniably be Angel herself. She was far too head-over-heels; she could barely go a day without having sex with April, let alone hold a long-term grudge over a minor slip-up.

Angel finally composed herself, sweeping her messy crimson hair back out of her face.

She puffed out her cheeks, exaggerated a heavy pout, and spoke in a ridiculous, childish voice, complete with dramatic sniffles.

"Hmmph... Angel doesn’t like what April did last night. Angel’s dragon ball still hurts and is very, very sad... Angel wants April to feed her because her hand hurts..."

April stared at her wife, her eyebrows drawing together in absolute disbelief.

Since when did this start?

It was her dragon ball that was supposed to be sore, not her fingers. The sheer nerve of this Alpha was unbelievable.

April sighed deeply, though a fond smile threatened to break through her lips. She picked up the fork and table knife, cutting a small, neat square of the cream-soaked waffle, and lifted it to feed the girl. Angel chewed with exaggerated satisfaction, still pouting between bites and pointing her chin toward the glass, so April carefully lifted the milkshake and held the straw to her lips while she drank.

"Do you want me to be a mommy bird now and feed you, or should I breastfeed you, baby Angel?" April asked, her tone dripping with affectionate sarcasm as she looked down at the Alpha.

"Hmm, Angel likes the breastfeeding part. It is not bad. I’m sure I will be full after that."

"April is not going to do that..."

"Hmm, hmm... Angel is sad again. Wifey doesn’t want to satisfy her Alpha... and it’s her fault that I have a very big bite mark on my dragon ball..."

"You are unbelievable, Papi..." April laughed, shaking her head.

Giving in to the game, she reached down, unbuttoned her top, and slid the fabric off her shoulders, exposing her bare breasts to the Alpha.

Angel instantly reached out to touch one, her eyes lighting up, but April quickly slapped her hand away with a sharp snap.

"Bad baby... don’t you have manners?"

Angel pulled her hand back, sitting up straight and patiently waiting for actual orders from her dear wife, a mischievous glint dancing in her eyes.

April dipped two of her fingers directly into the thick, fluffy swirl of chocolate whipped cream on top of the waffles, scooping up a rich portion. She brought her fingers to her chest, delicately smearing the sweet, cold cream around her boobs, tracing circles over her soft skin.

"Now you can suck it off..." April ordered gently.

Angel didn’t hesitate for a single second. She carefully set aside the tray beside the bed. Smirking up at her, she leaned forward slowly, closing the distance between them. She brought her tongue out, using it to gently, deliberately lick the sweet, chilled cream right from her wife’s breasts.

April’s hands flew behind her back, pressing her palms flat against the mattress for support as she tried her absolute best not to lose control. The contrast of the freezing cream against her heated skin, combined with the rough, deliberate drag of Angel’s tongue, sent an electric shudder straight down her spine.

She let out a low, breathless moan that vibrated in her throat.

Angel wasn’t done yet. Reaching over to the tray, she grabbed the remaining glass of chocolate shake. She tipped it slightly, slowly pouring a thin, cool stream of the liquid over her wife’s exposed breasts.

The liquid pooled over her soft curves, and Angel lowered her head once more, licking the chocolate off her wife, slow by slow, taking all the time in the world to thoroughly enjoy her sweet morning breakfast.

"Mmmmmm..." April moaned, her head falling back as her fingers clutched at the bedsheets.

She sank flat onto her back against the mattress, her chest rising and falling as she tried to slow her rapid breathing.

Looming directly above her was her Alpha.. the love of her life, her devoted wife, staring down at her with intense, dark hunger.

"Fuck, Angel likes April for breakfast... I want to eat more of you..." Angel growled softly, her hands reaching down to pull aggressively at her wife’s bottoms.

She let her gaze wander slowly over her Omega’s shining, cream-slicked body, tracing the path from her parted, pink lips, down the delicate line of her collarbone, past her busty boobs, and resting on the subtle, soft swell of her little baby bump. Her silhouette curved down gracefully toward her thighs.

Seeing the breathtaking reality of her goddess’s body right beneath her made Angel completely break her childish character. The playful teasing vanished, replaced by pure, raw devotion.

"There is no fucking way I will ever stop fucking you, Bebe. Even if you are 90, I will still fuck you..."

"90? Do you think we are going to be alive till then?" April asked softly, a teasing spark returning to her eyes despite her breathless state.

"Yes, I guarantee that. We will make it to 100..."

"Alright then, Papi. Let’s make it to 100."