“No, I said no.” Your husband grumbled, his arms wrapped firmly around your waist — his nose buried into your nape. His voice was low and raspy, as it always was after awakening.

“It’s Christmas morning.” You argued, a smile upon your features — but Charles only held you tighter. He managed a sleepy moan in response, but that was all he offered.

It didn’t matter if the world around was apocalyptic. He would never allow you to get up without him so early. He needed his cuddles.