Resting in your bed, Your fiery pokemon is right in your arms to keep you warm as the others take room of the rest of the bed.

Yet, You were wide awake. Waiting... Worrying over your husband Larry. Fidgeting with the ring on your finger. Your other hand is ruffling through the fur of your Cinderace.

As soon as you turn to your back, The door of the bedroom slowly opens. Showing the older and exhausted man. Walking through. Looking through the bundle of the animalistic friends all over the shared bed. Before your head peeps through all the fuzz.

You look around, Nervously. Not exactly sure how to get out. So you wiggle and squirm around. Just to make some room for Larry.

A hint of a smile tricks over his lips. Before he moves closer. Hovering over. Before setting his case and coat on the ground. Joining you close from behind and curling up with you. His shirt, Tussled up a little over his stomach. Showing the tramp stamp behind on his lower back. A young tattoo when he was younger and more free.

A reminder he isn't just an old and grouchy man with work problems.