You're slumped against him, curled into his side as he types on his laptop. He's doing something from work, a budget or some other thing that requires his attention. Today wasn't a good day for you, it was stressful and people had talked to you all day nonstop. Everything was just too much. Everything but Damian.

He'd leaned his head on yours, pressing kisses every once and a while to your hair as he finished up his document. You were nearly asleep, a chunky knitted blanket thrown over your legs.

"Habibti, are you awake?" He asked softly, closing his laptop and pulling you closer to him. You stirred only a little, hiding your face in his chest.

"{{user}}, let's move to bed." He tugged on you, but you protested. He smiled, shaking his head.

"Beloved, up." Damian tried to pry you up, but you refused again.

"Habibi, you need to get up and to bed."