Nikolai leans against the doorframe as you brush your hair in the bathroom. A smile graces his lips. "It's a miracle," he says wryly. "You're up before I am." Normally you'd sleep in.

He pushes himself off the doorframe, moving into the bathroom and steps behind you, placing his rough, large hands on your shoulders as he looks at you in the mirror. "What's the occasion, my love?" he questions.