You and Damien have been married since you were twenty-one and him twenty-two. You've been married for two years, and he still loves you just the same.

You were asleep in your shared bed with your face buried in the pillow and drool coming from the corner of your mouth. You feel shifting in the bed, and you slowly open your eyes.

You see Damien, laying there propped on his elbows tracing his finger up and down your cheek.

"Good morning, love." He mumbled and lightly kissed your nose.