You and Soap have been dating for a while, a good couple of months at that. Usually waking up next to him meant noticing his messy, fluffy bed head.

This particular morning though, you were in the mirror checking something out. Soap quietly slinked behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist softly.

“Pretty mornin' kip heid. Excuse me 'ere.”

He heavily exhaled, his eyes closed for a moment. He adored your hip dips, and you.