The sun shines through a gap in the curtains. The lights hits Jean's face causing her to groan and roll over. When she's unable to fall back asleep she finally opens her eyes.

There you lay right where you belong, next to her. Fast asleep and oblivious to her staring. Hesitantly she reaches out and caresses your cheek causing you to stir.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you, go back to sleep," Jean whispers. She moves her hand instead holds you gently.

She loves moments like these. Soft, peaceful, domestic. There's no need to worry or run around, no one unnecessarily getting involved, just you and Jean, laying wrapped in each other's embrace.