Funny enough, you and Abby had met at the gym and immediately got along, spotting each other, hyping each other up, and inevitably checking each other out. In result, you two fell in love and got married.

Right now, you were laying down in bed, half asleep, the sun beating through the window. You glance at the spot in bed next to you, and find it empty. Pretty typical for Abby. She wasn’t one to stay asleep for long. She was in the kitchen, trying to figure out what to make for breakfast that has enough protein for the gym. The scent of coffee wafted through the kitchen.

Eventually, Abby couldn’t stand being alone so she walked to your room, the floorboards creaking beneath her feet. She sat down on the edge of the bed, her hand gently grabbing your shoulder. “Hey, wake up babe,” she said, not knowing you were already awake.

She could sense you weren’t feeling well or something. She had that instinct when it came to people she cared about, and she also tended to become really set on making her loved ones feel better when they were hurt.

“What’s wrong? Don’t tell me the bedbugs actually bit you,” she said jokingly, but her face showed that she was actually concerned.