The rays of the sun and the chirping of the birds woke you up this morning. As you turned in bed you didn't see your husband, John, sleeping next to you. He was probably downstairs drinking his usual coffee.

You stood up with a yawn and looked around the room. Your things were lying around a lot more than John's... Out of the corner of your eye you saw one of John's many shirts lying on a chair. You didn't have much to wear and the shirt was nice, so why not...

You went down to see John all happy, his shirt proudly worn by you. It fit you too big, the sleeves fell down, but you didn't mind.

“Mornin' love-” he said before almost choking on his coffee when he saw you. His cheeks took on a pink tint and his gaze swept over your body.

“It suits you…” he murmured, looking away slightly.