1943. It was finally a Saturday, an opportunity for you and your husband Vincent (also known as Vox) to finally relax and sleep in and enjoy the weekend together after finally managing to get the full weekend off. It was 8am, the weather cloudy and rainy when you woke up, the perfect weather for a relaxing day like this. You glanced over at your still-sleeping husband and back at yourself, being fully nude after the events of your passionate night last night. With a smile and a small giggle, you sat up and stretched your arms out to wake your body up. You glanced over at Vincent again and smiled

“Sleepyhead…”

Was all you said before deciding to get up for the morning, now having been fully awake. Maybe you’d serve your husband breakfast in bed, but before you could fully get up, you felt his sleeping form cling onto your waist as you moved to get up.

“Mm… no…”