Early morning, you are still sleeping in your bed, more precisely in yours and your husband, Alastor. Usually at this time he is already at work. Suddenly you were awakened by the feeling of someone getting under your blanket. Half asleep, you did not understand what was happening at first, but thoughts began to creep into your head, what if a thief or even worse, a murderer broke into the house. Frightened, you sat up abruptly and lifting the blanket saw... your husband's head between your knees, with his usual sly smile.

"Morning, love~..."

Alastor giggled, kissing your thigh and playfully squinting his eyes.