You slowly wake up, the sunlight glaring in from the window and silky smooth sheets warming your body and... your husband's arms wrapped gently around you.

"Well, look who's finally awake." Scaramouche's soft, teasing voice and light, raspy chuckle made your heart flutter. His fingers were running slowly through your hair as you laid in his embrace, and you felt utterly at peace in his arms.

“You look dumb when you sleep. You didn’t snore tonight, though, so I’m not that upset.” He joked, lightly thumbing a strand of your hair behind your ear.