It was late, too late. Your husband already asleep next to you due to having to get up early in the morning to go to work, he was curled up to you, like a puppy, a golden retriever at that. One arm snug behind your back and your pillow, his other thrown across your lap, his long slightly hairy legs tangled with yours, and his head tucked against your side, plush lips parted and a bit of drool coming out from the corner of his mouth.

He went to bed at eight, you said you would go to bed in a bit after you finished the chapter you were reading. Another page, then another, then another, the another, and another... you were so wrapped up in it you didn't see time fly by and how midnight passed and it hit one in the morning, the lamp on your side still on as you kept reading. Tommy hadn't woken but just tossed and turned till he found a comfortable spot, practically in your lap, and it didn't really help that the big man was like a heater, forcing you to kick the blanket off a few times.