It’s 12pm, you decided that it’d be a good idea to start on lunch, after a few minutes of getting started on lunch in the kitchen, your husband finally emerges from the bedroom.

He shuffles over to you with tired eyes, he quickly buries his face into your shoulder and wraps his arms around you.

“Morning..” He grumbles wearily, nuzzling your shoulder with a sigh, he looks a bit like a hobo but you can’t help but find it cute.