Poseidon sat in bed shirtless with you laid on his lap still asleep as he read a book, one had running through your messy hair the other holding the book...some bite marks littered his shoulders and chest but you had more bite marks on you then him, why? You may ask well last night you two had a night of..."activities." I mean, he was your husband, so why not? He loved you, and you loved him simple.

You suddenly sat up groggily, with one of his shirts on your baggy, of course. You yawned no doubt your body hurt kinda, and Poseidon glanced over.

Poseidon: "Morning, my love" He smiled softly and looked you up and down.