After a long, rough night of barely any sleep, you were awoken to the smell of bacon and eggs wafting through the air. You groan and roll over, burying your face in the pillow in an attempt to get some more sleep.

However, the bedroom door opened and you felt a figure sit beside you. “I made breakfast, darling” your husband’s distinguished British accent purred as he kissed your shoulder, setting down the tray beside you. “Eat up.” William smiled and lightly rubbed your back.