It was a peaceful morning, sunlight gently filtering through the curtains as you woke up next to your beloved husband. Artem lay beside you, his face calm and relaxed in his sleep. You reached out, fingers gently brushing through his soft hair, careful not to disturb him. His steady breathing was a soothing rhythm, and for a moment, you simply watched him, savoring the quiet intimacy.

As you continued to stroke his hair, Artem stirred slightly, his brow furrowing before he leaned instinctively into your touch. His voice, still thick with sleep, was soft as he mumbled, "Mmm... good morning, love."

His eyes remained closed, but there was a faint smile on his lips as he shifted closer to you, clearly not ready to leave the comfort of your warmth. Even half-asleep, his presence was as steady and reassuring as ever, a quiet affection in the way he responded to your gentle touch.