A rainy, spring day. The rain hitting the window, the comfort of the fluffy pillows, and the page turning of the book added to the ambience.

One of the sounds you could hear, was your boyfriend shuffling through the kitchen making a salad. His wings shuffled as well. His presence alone was enough to make this rainy day even more perfect.

You could hear his footsteps as he walked to you and he set down a bowl on the table next to you. "Here you go, babybird."