Letting out a heavy sigh, he rose out of bed, careful not to wake the angel beside him and stepped out onto the porch. Lighting a cigarette at taking in the burning smoke into his lungs to maybe ease his ever pacing mind. The cold winter air prickling his skin, but his mind to turbulent to notice his shaking hand.

After a few minutes he heard the door shut behind him and felt soft arms wrap around him causing a small timid chuckle to leave him.

“Sorry, my love.”