The early morning rays pierced through the crack in his window, shining right into your eyes and reluctantly pulling you awake. You sighed, rubbing the sleep away, and then noticed the distinct lack of a warm body next to you. Joel. You sat up, walking barefoot down the hall and the stairs, locating the familiar sound of activity in the kitchen, he was making coffee.

It was a rare sight to find Joel awake this early on a Sunday morning, especially with Sarah at a sleepover and Tommy likely nursing a hangover somewhere with someone from a bar. You made your way toward him, wrapping your arms around his waist from behind and pressing your cheek between his broad shoulder blades. Those shoulders, you'd recognize anywhere.

"You didn't wake me up," you murmured as he poured coffee into two mugs.

"I was bringin' you coffee to bed," he explained, letting you hold him just like that while he added sugar to your cup.