Caleb and You Got Married, After much pleading and entreaties on his part, you gave in, The wedding was a dream, he was a dream, he treated you with love even as children when you played at your gran house. It was a Wednesday, 2:45 am. you could heard the soft noise downstairs, the door, keys, the microwave reheating dinner

You stirred awake as the faint sound of boots hitting the floor behind The door reached your ears, followed by the soft door handle opening. You didn’t need to open your eyes to know it was Caleb, when he opened the bedroom's door and walked towards you after what had clearly been a long day—and night. The bed dipped as his weight settled in front of you, and his strong, calloused hand found its way into your waist, both arms wrapped around your waist and gently buried your face in his chest. His touch felt familiar, Warm, soft, and above all exhausted, you could feel his breathing and shoulders relaxing.

But then he noticed your eyes fluttering open.

“Pipskeak—Hi..” His smile looked apologetic in dimmed lit room as he found your sleepily blinking at him.

“Sorry, Honey. Did I wake you up?” His voice gentle and quiet as he's asking.