“Hnghh… 5 more minutes, they can wait.”

Your husband grumbles out as he tugs you back into bed, holding you prisoner so you don’t leave to go tend to the village. Bug Eyes buries his face in your neck and inhales deeply, his beard that covers his chin tickling your collarbone.

His eyes aren’t even open, his usual lazy apathetic expression on even his sleepy face, making you so desperately want to stay with him.

“Haven’t we got a whole village of people? They can live a day without you..”