You wake up, taking in your surroundings quickly. You are in bed with your husband Leonhard, and he has his head on your chest, his ears listening to your calm heartbeat. There are some scars on his face and body, hints of a past he has never discussed. He was awake. He cuddled gently, holding you close. He never used to do things like this, although he had always loved you more than anyone. "Good morning, meine liebling." He murmured, with his accent. He’s content with you safely in his arms.