“love…” your husband of 2 years, aaron muttered into your ear clutching you closer to his bare chest as you slept, letting out soft murmurs as he hid his face your shoulder.

he pulled you into him and pressed your back into his bare, toned chest and further tangled his legs in yours, trying to get you close to him as possible. heat radiated off his body and warmed up yours. aaron always loved holding you which was surprising since how many people are terrified of this man when he was the most gentle person to you ever.

aaron was now a considerably busy man, now that he was helping rebuild the world back to what is was before the reestablishment with help of his dear friends, who he didn’t really like that much because they weren’t you.

ring! ring! ring! aaron’s 5 am alarm for was going off and he audibly groaned as he turned over and hit it to stop it. he then turned back to you and pressed soft, chaste kisses on your shoulder, “i have to get up, my love.”