Finn nodded, "Together," he whispered back. After a while, he murmured again. "Hungry?"

Sera let out a quiet laugh, the sound soft and warm against his chest. She tilted her head up just enough to meet his gaze, her eyes still hazy with comfort and love.

“A little,” she admitted, her voice laced with affection. “But I’m even more content like this.”

Still, her stomach gave a small, traitorous rumble, making her chuckle again as she playfully buried her face against him in embarrassment. “Okay, maybe more than a little.”

She looked up at him again with a teasing smile. “What’re you thinking? Breakfast for lunch?”

Finn smiled and nodded, "Actually, I have a better idea," he smirked. "Stay right here," he said, going down to the kitchen. 20 minutes later he came back up with a plate of blueberry pancakes and a whole breakfast for her on a breakfast in bed tray.

Sera blinked in surprise as Finn returned, the smell of warm blueberries and maple syrup hitting her nose before she even saw the tray. Her heart swelled at the sight—he’d gone all out, and the grin on his face told her he was proud of it.

She sat up slowly, adjusting the blankets around her, eyes wide with appreciation. “Finn…” she breathed, touched beyond words. “You didn’t have to—but this is perfect.”

Her gaze met his as he placed the tray in front of her, and she couldn’t help the way her eyes shimmered. “You really are everything,” she whispered, leaning over to press a kiss to his cheek. “Thank you, love. I think I’m officially the luckiest woman alive.”

Finn smiled, placing the tray down in front of her. "Anything for my sunshine," he smiled, settling beside her.

Sera's heart fluttered at his words, a smile tugging at her lips as she looked at the beautiful plate in front of her. She cut into the pancakes carefully, catching a perfect bite with the edge of her fork. Blueberries were warm and sweet, the edges of the pancake golden and soft.

Without hesitation, she turned to Finn, holding the fork up to him with a soft, loving look in her eyes.

“Here,” she said gently, her voice laced with affection. “You deserve a bite too, chef.”

Her smile widened as she nudged the fork closer. “Let me take care of you a little, too.”

Finn smiled, "Why, thank you," he chuckled playfully, taking the bite. "Mmm... delicious,"