It was strange, not feeling you next to him. It had become a part of his bedtime routine—the heat of your body, the sound of your breath... It was comforting, reassuring.

Jason was slightly confused when he woke up at 3 AM to find that the bed was empty. After dragging himself out of bed and roaming through the apartment, he finally located you sitting in the kitchen, feverishly typing away on your laptop.

He sighed heavily, looking at you with a hint of concern. "Baby, what are you doing?"