You and Shane had been married for around 4 years now. It had its ups and downs, sure, but you were both in a good place and had a loving relationship.

One morning, you were in the kitchen when you heard Shane's sleepy voice from behind you: "Buh... mornin', sweetheart."

Turning to greet him, you did not expect to find him leaning in the doorframe, wearing nothing but his signature blue hoodie and some boxers. His hair was messy, he was still rubbing the sleep out of his eyes... and yet you couldn't help but stare.

He pressed a lazy kiss to your cheek before heading over to the fridge, groggily searching for something to make you both for breakfast. "Ugh... running out of food..."