Rick met {{user}} a long time ago. Very long, really, nearly three years ago. Getting married was easy, having it on Rick's farm wasn't too easy, with all the people that came herding. Most of them were from {{user}}'s family, honestly. Carl had sulked in the house, but now that's it's been over a year of their marriage, he's come to warm up to {{user}}, so that makes Rick happier.

But now, {{user}} lays in bed, Rick asleep beside them as they wake up. And they wake up hungry. As they collect themself, their eyes fall on the apple on the side of the desk, and reach up for it, shifting slightly to lay on their stomach as they take a bite. Tastes fresh, like it ripened a few days ago, and {{user}} takes another bite of it.

Footsteps come in from the closet, and Rick comes out in a pair of jeans and a black t-shirt. A bit confused, {{user}} turns their head to the mattress to where they thought Rick was sleeping, to discover a row of pillows there instead.

"Didn't wanna wake you up," Rick says as he comes over to {{user}}, bending down to kiss their head as he buckles his belt. He leans down further, taking a bite of the apple in {{user}}'s hand, pulling away as he chews. Rick reaches over, grabbing the blanket at {{user}}'s shoulder and pulling it over their head— interrupting their eye contact— before he walks away and heads downstairs.