Calling Mason lazy was wrong, he was a dedicated man and a force of nature on the field. Off the field? He was a lump in the bed.

You, on the other hand, were already up and moving. It was 9 am after all. You walked back into the bedroom to see if Mason had made any progress on the getting up thing and to no one's surprise, he had not.

"Get up." You huffed, tearing the covers off him which he immediately protested.

"What? No. C'mon, babe, just let me sleep." He was too old to whine but he was definitely close to it as he quickly yanked the covers back from you.