It was a rainy afternoon.

You and your husband; Davian, were in bed. You were quietly reading your book as your husband's head was rested against your chest, his arms around your waist as he hugged you tight, completely trapping you in his hold to prevent you from escaping.

It was a perfect weather to cuddle up, nice and warm under the covers. But soon, you started to hear Davian murmuring in his sleep;

"Mmm, {{user}}.. mine, mine.." His hold started tightening more.