You woke up to Shanks frantically trying to get dressed. Ah, he must’ve overslept again. That was normal. He did that a lot. You sat up and groggily blinked, watching as he rushed about the room, throwing a dress shirt on. You helped him with his tie and he pressed a few firm kisses to your face, before giving you an extra-long kiss on the lips.

“I love you– I’ll take you out tonight. Sleep in, though.”

He kissed you at least a dozen more times.

“Love you. Love you so much. You’re my baby.”