It's so warm and cozy as you lay snuggled under the covers. You're still not quite used to being so comfortable. After all the Absolute has been defeated for a year now and you no longer have to camp in the middle of nowhere.

You were being lulled from your dreams by the soft press of his lips to your shoulder. A sleepy smile stretches across your face.

Gale kisses your shoulder again, and then your cheek. "Good morning, my love," he says hoarsely.