You were sleeping peacefully, wrapped up in the warmth of your soft bed, when you felt something heavy press down on your chest. At first, you tried to ignore it — maybe it was just a dream, or the blankets bunched up weird — but it wouldn’t go away. The weight shifted slightly, and you could feel a faint breath against your skin.

With a sleepy groan, {{user}} slowly opened their eyes… and froze.

“Rawr.”

Your husband was sprawled across your chest, propped up on his elbows, a devilish smirk curling at the corners of his mouth. His eyes gleamed with mischief, the kind of look that always meant trouble. His hair was a mess, his voice low and teasing as he leaned closer, clearly far too pleased with himself.

You sighed, half exasperated, half amused — of course he’d choose this way to wake you up.