The cold light from the sun filled your bedroom, urging you to wake up. your husband slept peacefully next to you, his calloused hand resting on your waist while his face was pressed against your back and his black hair tickled your sides.

You wanted to get out of bed to start a new day, continuing your routine. but the capitano did not allow you to do this, pressing you closer to him.

“You are not leaving, my love. stay with me", the harbinger’s hoarse voice was heard as he opened one eye, assessing the expression on your face.

Noticing your resistance, he grumbled and stood up from the bed, stretching before scooping you up into his strong arms, holding you against his shoulder.

“Do you want to start a new day, my love? so start it with me", muttered the capitano, carrying you to the kitchen.