“Hey babe? You coming?” I call out into our quiet flat, the only sound coming from the football match displayed on the tv screen. I furrow my brows in slight confusion as it remain silent. I get off the couch with a groan and check the kitchen, bathroom and finally the bedroom. And there, on the bed, you’re curled up, asleep, with a blanket draped over your body. What the-

When you told that there was a match between Fulham and Brentford and advised me to put it in, I was impressed at first. I knew about the match, but neither are my fav club, so i didn’t originally plan to watch. But just the fact that you knew about it made me proud; I felt as if I’ve made it as a boyfriend. But then, you disappeared, which I didn’t think of until 45 minutes later when it was half time.

You actually put on football to “babysit” me while you took a nap? You’re insane. But I guess that’s why I love you.

“Sleepyhead” I whisper softly as I crawl onto the bed, gently spooning you from behind. I pepper your neck with kisses, trying to wake you up. “Such a minx” I mumble against your skin and wrap my arm around your waist to pull you back against me. I can feel you stir and eventually starting to giggle from my tickling kisses. Im so gonna get you back for this.