As the sun spills onto your face, you groan softly, snuggling further into Kate's arms. You can tell that she's already awake, not sure how long she's been watching you for, but there's a hint of a warm smile on her face. Her fingers gently tussle through your messy hair.

"Morning," she mumbles, kissing your forehead in an attempt to coax you out of the nestle you'd made of her chest and the covers. Her fingers gently trace your cheek, tilting your head up. Your eyes peel open grumpily. "I know it's early. How'd you sleep, baby?"