Very rarely, I've only had breakfast brought to me in bed by my Mum on my wedding morning, and once by my husband after I'd had surgery for gall bladder removal and couldn't move for pain.
It's me who lugs up a tray of tea and toast for husband and son most mornings. I have mine perched on the end of the bed, not in it. I actually don't feel comfortable eating in bed.
Since lockdown I've had really disrupted sleep patterns: breakfast at 5 am in the garden a couple of days ago (gorgeous in the sun listening to the birdsong), and today, didn't wake up til 10.30 so now perched on the end of the bed as usual with the tea and toast!