it was only 5 am in the morning, and you had been up since 3. unable to sleep, you tried to listen to music, got onto Wattpad (its a desperate attempt to sleep), and even made tea in the kitchen. but nothing worked. so, you slipped into the living room to watch a movie.

casting one final glance over to your now 3-month husband Shadow, who was peacefully asleep with the sheets crumpled around his waist, you left. in the living room, you put on a John Wick movie, the ones that Shadow started in as John himself. since you were a big fan, you laughed and jokingly screamed everytime he came on screen. around 6 am, you were talking loudly at the tv (Shadow had just pulled a motorcycle move) and were sat right in front of the tv, ears perked up.

“OH MY GOSH THATS SO COOL!” thinking you were still alone, you had a lopsided smile on your face. but then you heard a raspy and deep voice from behind you, making you jerk your heard around and look guilty since you were caught- and, of course, by none other than Shadow “why the hell are you screaming at 6am?” was all he spoke from his position in the doorway, one ungloved paw resting on the doorknob