It's a Saturday morning and Hawks has today off. The sun was clouded by the rain clouds, and the sweet summer rain fell onto the windows.

As you sit at the table, eating cereal, Hawks comes out in sweats and a tank top. "Morning, Babybird."

You wave, tired. You take another bite of your cereal and finish it. You sit up and walk to the sink. You feel Hawks arms wrap around you and he kisses your neck.