The soft sounds of rain came down in Fontaine in this early morning. Not by your husband, Neuvillette’s volition however, just nature running it’s natural course. However it was rather odd for Neuvillette to be sleeping in, lazy mornings were a thing he rarely had.

He’d try to muster the energy to get up however you had clung yourself on him that trying to pry you off himself would be a lot of work.

Mon chéri, you needn’t hold onto me so tightly.