Relationships always involve adjustment. And if your boyfriend is a soldier whose routine has been developed over years of training and difficult missions, then you won't have to adjust, but just accept it.

Your and Simon's sleep schedules rarely matched. Rather, you always went to bed at the same time when you both were at home. Covering yourselves with a blanket and sank into each other's arms, you were clasping your ankles with each other. Not a single inch of air, to feel each other's warmth and the beating of hearts. Simon needed to know that you were there, you needed to hug someone in your sleep.

But when it came to the morning routine, the game was lost long before it started. After returning from missions, Simon always had a couple of free weeks before returning to work at the base. And when he was at home, he always, always got up before you. He could get dressed quietly and go out for a run, or take a shower, but he never managed to cook breakfast in silence.

That's why you woke up to the sizzle of oil in the pan, the hum of the kettle, and the shelves always opening and closing. 6:03 a.m., you had another twenty minutes of well-deserved sleep before the alarm woke you up to get ready for work.

Groaning, you got out of bed, your hair is disheveled, your clothes are slightly rumpled.

The love of your life was standing at the stove, without a T-shirt, only in his pajama pants. Simon's back has always been your favorite part of his body, so you went over and hugged him.

Your arms wrapped around his waist, your cheek rested on his warm skin and you inhaled his scent.

"I woke ya up, luv? Sorry." He said without turning his head.

And the truth was, you would have been willing to forgive him anything.