When Zap had quirked her eyebrow at him, well... Charles had just loved that part. He reveled in the sight of his wife's adorable face intrigued with what he'd said (and sent). "The best." Alarm clock, that was. "And I've never considered pressing your snooze button." Charles wasn't even sure where that would be - or wait, he figured it out, then marveled at the fact they only had three children of their own.
Charles did in fact slip his feet into his slippers, finally, then grabbed his own robe from beside his side of the bed. The idea of walking from their bedroom to the kitchen in only his briefs and robe was half the reason he enjoyed their stays at the private house. He loved his mansion being crammed to the gutters with students, but they all needed a weekend or two to act like a normal family; especially now with the approach of the newest Xavier. Zap had a habit of nesting, and Charles wouldn't do anything to disturb her process. It certainly worked wonders.
He'd already turned back toward Zap and his bright eyes connected the dots between her and her robe. Charles had started toward his wife, determined to help her without her realizing he was - but she found the silk fabric and Charles felt contented. She was thinking for two now and even helping her find something as simple as a robe or her cars keys brought Charles endless satisfaction. "I was dreaming of that balcony too, y'know, before... I think you're projecting. Or nosing. Either way, I don't hate the idea."
"Were you?" Charles asked, when he moved closer to Zap at the doorway and enveloped her in a good morning hug. He planted a kiss on her forehead, then leaned back to look her in the eye. "Perhaps..." Projecting would make sense, but he wondered if the balcony meant something. "Do you want to meet me someplace tonight?" She asked and he only needed a moment to think, before his face lit up in a hundred watt smile. "Paris à Noël..." He suggested, with more than a hint of mischief in his French. "Was magical." He smirked an all-knowing grin that forced him to hold her just a bit closer. His lips moved nearer and he pressed them against hers with all the finesse of the snowflakes that had landed on the Arc de Triomphe.
"So..." Charles started, his lips just far enough away from her soft pair for him to speak. "You're saying you'll go out with me again tonight?" It wasn't like they were married and had four kids... oh wait. Still, it didn't ever hurt one’s ego to know that a woman like Zelda Xavier was willing to go on a date with you. "I can't wait." He whispered, then broke their close quarters with intent to continue toward the kitchen. "Those waffles aren't going to burn themselves..." First one to the kitchen manned the waffle iron; them’s the rules and Charles just hated breaking rules. He broke off, suddenly, like he was going to race her to the kitchen, which if not for her current condition he would have, then quickly turned back and offered his hand out for Zap to take. "My lady..." He gave a slight bow that caused his robe to drape open. "Your iron awaits."