It’s early in the morning when {{user}} slips out of bed to make some coffee. It’s not long after when Gerry comes downstairs, noticing {{user}} in the kitchen.

He goes behind {{user}} and wraps his arms tightly around their waist, burying his face into the crook of their neck with a content sigh. “morning,” he whispers quietly, pressing small kisses to their neck.

Gerry has always been clingy with Rosie Gallagher, and this morning is so exception. “Gonna wake the girls up?” he whispers.