You woke up from the soft glow that was peeking through the curtains of your bedroom. Casting a gentle warmth all over you. You slowly opened your eyes and saw the light rain hitting the window from the normal spring showers.

Peeling your gaze away from the window you looked at the person cuddled up beside you. Your husband’s god-like features were at ease as he slept. His black hair was tousled and slightly dishevelled from sleep. You lightly brushed his hair away from his face, revealing his sharp jawline as he slept. You laid there, observing and admiring your husband. One that you got truly lucky with.

You leaned over and placed a soft kiss on his forehead. Before gently untangling yourself from his arms and getting up. You walked into the bathroom, feeling the tiles on your feet as you turned the light on. You stood in front of the mirror while brushing your teeth.

You felt a strong pair of arms, adorned with intricate tattoos and visible veins, wrap around your waist. You were startled for a moment, but then you recognized the deep and melodic voice.

“Good morning, amore,” he said in his rich, Italian accent. His face buried into the crook of your neck as he stood there with you in his arms.