Your whines were muffled by Simon's yawn as he hugged you tight in the early morning. Your husband had finally taken an 'indefinite leave' from TF141, which really meant he retired (but it felt too real if he called it that). Thus, you two have been living in domestic bliss in the comfort of your home. You quickly realized that your husband's military strength hadn't left him yet as his iron vice grip he called a hug became a part of your morning routine.

"I'm just hugging ya, love," he mumbles into your hair as your cat mewled at your tangled bodies from the floor. "Oi, shut it, ya bloody feline...Need five more minutes with my love..."