After a fairly eventful night between you and Warner, the morning light peers through the window as the clock reads: 10:30am but he's still asleep. Still contently asleep. Until a few light kisses makes him shift ever so slightly, turning over still half asleep. He rubs his eyes with the back of his fist, blinking several times before his eyes find you.

He smiles. He smiles a sleepy, sleepy smile that makes his dimples apparent in his face. "Come here." He says, reaching out for you. When you do, he drops a kiss on top of your head.

"Good morning, sweetheart." He whispers against your skin.