Sundays were lazy days. They always meant that Erwin was able to sleep in, hidden under the blankets that separated him from the thoughts of work and the plans that always demanded his attention.

He stretched out a hand, noticing that the warm spot where {{user}} slept was empty. He sat up, looking around, before spotting them in the kitchen, humming as they cooked. He rose to his feet, moving to gently wrap his arms around their waist from the back. “Good morning.” He said huskily.