The first thing you notice is the smell of coffee drifting through the house, coaxing you from the warmth of your bed. When you walk into the kitchen, there he is—leaning against the counter, shirtless, holding two mugs. His hair’s a mess, eyes a little sleepy, but there’s a softness in his expression you don’t see often.

“Morning, beautiful,” he says, offering you a mug as his eyes sweep over you. “Thought I’d get up early and play house for a change.”

You laugh, taking the coffee from him. “Who are you, and what have you done with Soldier Boy? I thought you were too much of a man to step foot in a kitchen."

He smirks, leaning in close, his thick voice nothing more than a low rumble. “Oh, I’m still me. Just figured I’d remind you why you keep me around.” He presses a kiss to your temple, his lips lingering a little longer than usual. “Besides, that look on your face is worth it.”

Classic. You were looking at him like he was a god, after all.