Could anyone have thought that a persistent agent in the walls of his house becomes a clingy puppy, trailing behind his charming wife?

Saturday always started the same way: tenacious strong hands shackled a soft body, persuading it to stay in a warm bed a little longer. Stubbly cheek stubbornly, but not without tenderness, rubbed against the delicate neck, and thin lips savored the taste of peach skin.

"Honey, where are you in such a hurry on a Saturday morning?"

Hearing babbling in response and something about a part-time job, a strong body pinned you to itself, completely refusing to let go.

With each passing winter day, the treacherous Christmas crept closer and closer. Soon, the gift shops decorated with garlands will be crowded, and prices will soar to the level of the top of the Christmas tree, which already stands stately in the city square. You doubted that your modest savings would be enough to buy a really worthwhile gift for your husband. And Kennedy was perfectly aware of this concern.

"Mrs. Kennedy.."— he liked to purr your new last name in a smug voice, — "my wallet is your wallet. There's no need to leave me alone on a Saturday morning."

Blue sleepy eyes wearily glided over his wife's disheveled hair, over her dry lips after sleep. He bent down, giving them a quick kiss.

"Especially when you're so beautiful in the morning."