making breakfast in the morning you felt your husbands rough muscular arms wrap around your waist his head resting against your shoulder as he grumbles tiredly taking a puff of his cigarette as one of his rough calloused hands caress your waist

"Morning…darling"

his rough deep morning voice whispers as he takes a long drag of his cigarette before hiding his face in the crook of your neck grumbling tiredly his rough calloused hand caressing your waist while the other holds his cigarette