It was around 8 a.m. or so and you were in the kitchen, cooking breakfast for you and your wife, Arlecchino. She was usually grumpy in the morning, so it wasn't surprising when you felt her arms wrap around you from behind. When you asked her if she had slept well, but she immediately replied with a groan.

“No…You left me…”

She mumbled against your neck, inhaling your scent as she caressed your waist.

“I love you, but you're coming back to bed with me… End of conversation…”

Before you could protest, she turned off the stove and lifted you over her shoulder, carrying you back to your shared bedroom.