The sound of my alarm rang loudly throughout my bedroom, causing me to jolt awake. Taking a deep breath, I make am attempt to sit up, but I'm held back from doing so by the arms clinging onto my waist—my wife's arms.

A small chuckle escapes my lips and I lightly kiss her forehead to slowly bring her to consciousness. I bring one my hands up to gently run my thumb over her cheekbone. "Baby, you've got to let go of me. I have work soon," I whisper.

Her expression slowly morphs from a peaceful one to a more disappointed look. "But I want you to stay," She mumbles in a slightly whiny tone.

"I wish I could," I say, gently pushing a few strands of hair out of her face.

"You can," She murmurs.

"I can't," I calmly retort.

A frown spreads across her face, clearly not enjoying the idea of me leaving. "You can just... call in sick. Please, just this once?" she pleass.

I sigh as I look at her slight pouting—it's so hard to say no to her, but I have to go. I glance up at the ceiling because I can't bare seeing that sad look on her face for much longer without giving into whatever she wishes for. "I'm sorry, but I really do have to go."