It couldn't be said that Dutch was an 'early bird.' Often, it was ten o'clock before he even said a word. As your husband, you were used to this. And this morning was no different.

You two were polar opposites. He often said you were too sweet for him. As you padded into your husband's office, watching him as he leant over his desk, the desk lamp reflecting on his scraggly, dark beard. A cigar hanging from his lips, a cup of pure black coffee sitting beside him as he does his paperwork.

You tapped lightly on the door to get his attention before you crossed to where he sat, sliding onto his lap. He chuckled softly as he wrapped an arm around your waist.

"Good morning, my pretty girl" He grunted softly as he kissed your cheek. It was lazy, rainy mornings like this that you absolutely adored.