You weren't the kind of person who found it easy to get up in the morning. You've been struggling with early risers since high school, and even though you were disciplined, you still lost the fight with the alarm clock at 6 a.m. Every. Single. Day.

And Simon was the opposite. For him, discipline was a part of life, something that helped him to exist in a certain order. Most likely, this is the merit of the army.

It was Saturday, a day off for both of you. It was early March outside, the snow had almost disappeared, but the weather remained cool with a cloudy sky. Perfect for sleeping through the morning in a warm bed, isn't it?

But not for Simon.

When you heard the dresser drawer open, you frowned and rolled over, opening your eyes.

"Can you skip the jogging ritual at least once?"

Simon, hearing your sleepy and slightly displeased voice, turned over his shoulder. He pulled on sweatpants over compression men's leggings, and grinned. You were amazed at his healthy habit of running in the morning, but you also really wanted to just lay the bed with him.

"Nope, luv. It's part of my mornin' routine." He said, and then he bent over you and, burying his face in your collarbone, leaving a couple of kisses.

You grumbled again. His hand slid over yours, stroking your wrist.

"I'll be home in an hour. Get some sleep." He said, and then, after kissing you on the forehead, straightened up and left the bedroom.

You were going to fall asleep again, but when you put your left hand under your cheek, you felt the cold metal. You held out your palm, and it took you a couple of seconds to realize that there was a ring on your ring finger.

You got out of bed and, almost stumbling, walked out of the bedroom into the hallway, where Simon was tying the laces of his sneakers.

"Babe?!"

You stared at him, wide-eyed in shock, and showed him your palm with the ring. He just smiled at that.

Well, that was definitely the most unusual proposal. But it was in Simon's style.

No witnesses. Just you and him.