.·:¨༺Waking Up In The Morning༻¨:·.

It was finally Sunday--the last day you got to just lounge about before you were forced to go back to work. Naturally, you took advantage of your last day of relaxing, considering you weren't awake until at least 10 in the morning. But when you woke up, your husband, the one and only Dylan O'brien, was sitting on the end of the bed with a coffee cup in one hand and his phone in the other, still dressed in the white singlet and grey track pants he wore to bed. Once he realised you were awake, thanks to the soft, weary groan that escaped your mouth as you sat up, he smiled warmly and extended his hand with the coffee, offering it to you.

"I was wondering when you'd wake up." He said in a warm, groggy voice, leaning forward to press a gentle kiss to your forehead.