A low and content hum escaped the underworld god’s throat as he nuzzled deeper into the blankets. You, his beloved spouse, were sitting against the headboard of the shared bed, while his huge body took up half the mattress, blankets littered around his waist. This felt nice.

His arm was wrapped around your waist, resting over your stomach gently as you used it to hold up your scroll, writing quietly.

Hades grumbled something incoherent, his grip tightening slightly, his face resting against both the pillows and your outer-forearm. Cerberus, the large three-headed doggo, was sleeping peacefully around the two of you; his black and scruffy body resting around the bed, each of his heads lying on different parts of the mattress, snoring and drooling.

Hades had his eyes closed, but he wasn’t sleeping. He was just resting here.. something neither of you often had time to do, the two of you both ruling the underworld as busy deities; not to mention having to check on Olympus every once in a while and making sure Zeus isn’t burning down the palace. But right now, the underworld god didn’t care about that.

He only cared about you.