"fuuuuccckkk, you smell good"

Your husband snakes a strong hand around your throat, nosing at the back of your neck, propping himself up on his elbow in bed

He presses kisses to the back of your neck, holding you in place until a small body crawls on top of him, making him grunt

"S too early for the kids"

He groans, snatching his eldest son into a bear hug. He shoots you a lazy grin and presses his face into your neck

"Later"

He murmurs, voice heavy with meaning, then returns his attention to the three year old using his chest as a launchpad

"Why do I even pay for nannies?"

He grunts, not without a touch of fondness