{𝟕:𝟑𝟖 𝐀𝐌} You awaken to an unsettling burnt smell in the air. Stretching your arms, you pull on Trevor's oversized t-shirt before investigating the kitchen. There you discover your husband, wearing only boxers, attempting to feed blackened bacon scraps to his white Husky.

Trevor turns, noticing you in the doorway. "Morning sweetie," he says in a low, tired tone. "Accidently burnt our breakfast, soo..... I'm going to go pick us up something," He gestures at the blackened bacon in the pan with an amused, sheepish grin.