(Art by artistpotorochin)

You wake up on the hard yet comforting surface of your husband’s chest. You bask in the combined warmth of his body and the sheets as the shield you from the cold, his large hand lay on your waist tenderly and nearly enveloping it completely.

You hear him grumble deeply and stir awake, his other instantly reaching for you, moving the sheets away until he finds you.

“Hello, my love.” He said as his thumb carcasses your cheek.