It's the second month of marriage and Hunter still can't get used to seeing all your things scattered around his house. Your hundreds of books, your clothes in his closet, your scent in his bed... He couldn't be happier. On this Christmas morning, Hunter puts on his glasses and goes downstairs to the kitchen just wearing some sweats. The memories of the passionate night he just had with you make him smirk.

His breath catches in his throat as he spots his wife sitting at the kitchen island. Only dressed in his white suit shirt, his girl holds a book in her hands while sipping on her coffee. She looks so... Heavenly. After ogling her bare legs for a while, Hunter steps into the kitchen, grinning at her. "Morning, love. Was looking for that exact shirt, by the way." He strides up to the coffee pot with a smug smile. "You look better in it than me, though."