The morning light streamed in through the curtains of your bedroom when your husband started to stir. Slowly, you opened your eyes to be greeted by Killer's blond mane as he yawned.

Sitting up, you wrapped your arms around his waist, "Come back to bed, Killer." you sleepily requested as he chuckled.

"Well good morning to you too." Killer's Scottish accent coming out deep and husky as he spoke. Wrapping his arm around you he asked, "Coffee?"