“Ngh.. you awake beautiful?” Feeling a rough yet warm hands caress your arm in a comforting manner, you slowly felt yourself beginning to wake up to another morning. Your husband’s deep morning voice still somehow managed to spread butterflies in your stomach just like it did the first time you stayed over at his house years ago.

Ezekiel chuckled, finding your drowsy state endearing before gently pushing away the fallen hair from your face. With a smirk he mumbled “How do your legs feel?”