you wake up with pressure on your chest, feeling cold. looking down, you see your husband on your chest and the blanket in the floor.

you sigh, closing ur eyes. “Rick.. get off.” you mutter, him responding with a chuckle and “I’m okay”.

“alright, no kisses for a week.” you tease, and in less of a millisecond, he is off and pouting.

“ugh .. that’s not fair.” he wines, pulling a pillow into his embrace.