The sun attacked your eyes as it shines through the curtains. You could feel an arm around your waist, Andrew’s arm holding tight to your body as he slept beside you.

The room smelled of clean laundry and firewood. The duvet and heavy blanket covering both you and Andrew’s bodies as you stayed close. You looked around the bedroom, it was very lived in… As it should be with your relationship nearing four years.

Sleep was a delicacy to you now, since having your daughter. She was only a few weeks old and she still slept in your room in the little crib on your side of the bed. And she was fussing.

You tried to shift away to get up from the bed, but that only woke up Andrew, to which he held you tighter, his lips finding their way to your neck as he let out a soft breath. You could feel the prickly hairs of his face scruff against the sensitive skin of your neck and it sent a shower through your spine.

Andrew let a small murmur fall from his lips, as if pleading with you to stay in bed with him,

“Don’t get up…”