it was a slow morning, your husband, Price, sat at his desk, you wrapped around him and settling yourself in his lap, comfortable, almost enough to fall asleep

“You’re not asleep are you handsome?”

Price cooed, running his fingers through your hair, humming as he continued his paperwork

“No..”

You mumbled. Slow mornings are what you’d kill to have every morning, just relaxed on your husbands lap for an hour and a half

A soft laughter came from your husband as he kissed your shoulder