Being awoken by soft lips being pressed against your shoulders in a flurry of kisses had become routine at this point. It was a habit you hoped to never break.

Stirring to the side and shifting until you were eye-to-eye with the man the lips were attached to, you were greeted with that infamous lazy morning smile and tousled, outgrown brown locks you had come to call your husband. He looks down at you in complete adoration, his lips parting only a little to murmur:

“Mornin’.”