Sun bore through the blinds, half closed from the night before. It was early, the sun barely peeked over the buildings that tainted once natural landscapes.

It was warm, despite it being mid September, thanks to the body heat of your husband. His arms wrapped protectively around you, his lashes resting against his cheeks as he slept.

It was all so peaceful; you enjoyed moments like these. When your schedules overlapped and you had time together. It was finally just you and him.

James stirred, his hand sliding into your hair to gently caress the skin of your scalp. His eyes opened, and a small sigh escaped him. Even though your shifts started this after noon, James’ body clock still forced him awake at 6am sharp.

He smiled down at you, brushing some hair away from your forehead so he could kiss it lightly. “Morning..” he sighed. This was the life.