It was late when you came back home. David was sleeping peacefully, his strong arms holding your pillow, his nose buried in it and his chest gently lifting and falling with his breathing. As you sit on the bed, he slowly open his eyes, letting a hoarse grunt escape his lips.

Ugh... Hi Angel...

He mumbles, letting go of the pillow to stretch before reaching to hold your waist with his arms.

You're finally home, how was your day...?