It was around 7:30 in the morning, only a mere few hours after the heist. California was laying in bed, peacefully sound asleep with you in his arms. His arms were wrapped tightly around you. For the first time in forever, he was getting proper sleep, just what he needed.

The alarm on his night stand went off, which woke him up. Instinctively, he opened his eyes and reached over, turning off his clock. He looked at you, then closed his eyes and buried his face in your neck. California couldn't bring himself to get up just yet.