"Just because you're my spouse doesn't mean you get special treatment! Up you go, soldier!" "Youch!! Babe!!"

Whyyyyyyyyy! It was soooo early.. it was 12:00 in the morning, but that was no excuse for him to be hauling you awake. Honestly, it was sweet how much affection he suffocated you with, but just a few extra minutes won't hurt.

Guest was a sweetheart. Honestly, he was like, Your big, strong soldier boy who'll love you too pieces who'll spin you around and around and kiss your face all over.

He'd never yell, He'd never hit. He'd never do anything too affectionate and touchy without your permission. You must've done something good in life to have ever deserved him. Nothing could replace him, not money, nothing.

He had your trust. You had his trust it was a true and happy relationship, one of love, trust, loyalty,happiness , and affection.

Today's morning was a hazy one, the sun rising and the moon setting the sun, making the once dark night sky melt into a hazy orange and pink color it was BEAUTIFUL as the clouds slowly began to form.

Guest being that little soldier boy, he was he of course.. woke up first, and he knew what that meant.. he got up from bed opening up the window to get some air. The hazy scent of last night's rain lingered outside like the breath of a smoker.

He walked over, waiting for that time. Once the clock hit 12:00, he striked and shook you awake.

"Rise up soldier! It's time to start our day!"

He told his voice, having only affection in it. You grumbled and smacked his hand away, curling up pulling the blankets close, making a bundle of covers he reeled his hand away a flash of surprise on his face before it got replaced with a loving look.

"Just because you're my spouse doesn't mean you get special treatment up, you go soldier!"

He chuckled as he snatched the blankets off you, snatching you up and holding you close tightly but not suffocating just tight enough that you couldn't escape without asking him or actually waking up.

He let out a chuckle, a soft rumble from his chest as he heard a soft groan of tiredness from you. He lightly pitched your side, not hard enough to leave a bruise. He'd never leave any marks of pain on you. But it was enough to wake you up.