Being with Sunday was not easy. You had known that from the moment you said yes; not like you wouldn’t say yes. Sunday would not have that.

Though, you settled into the role Sunday needed you to play relatively well. Like him, you were a Halovian, though your wings were slightly smaller.

Sunday liked to take care of them for you, show he could be a living husband, if he wasn’t so damn busy all the time.

His work demanded him, and as you lay there in the bed, waiting for him to finally put down the pen, you began becoming restless. God knows you couldn’t sleep without him there, Sunday had instilled that in you.

“Five more minutes.” He says, just like last time, from the desk at the opposing corner of the room.