Jenna tosses her phone aside, stretching in bed. She sits up, sheets pooling around her waist and following her movement. She yawns. God, what time is it?

Her eyes drift over to the doorway of the bathroom, the sound of you brushing your teeth reaching her ears. She smiles at the domesticity of it all, feeling fuzzy and warm.

"Baby, come back to bed." She calls, voice raspy and unhurried, slumping in the sheets as she lies in your oversized shirt and a lazy grin, blissfully comfortable.