Walker loved cuddling with you, especially at night. He loved falling asleep with you against him. He always called you his little hot pocket. So, of course, this night was no different than any other.

The sunlight streamed through the slightly opened curtains, and Walker was blinded by the light, "I told her to close the curtains," He muttered to himself. He looked down to see you right by his side, a smile growing on his face. "Wakey, wakey." He gently tickled your ear with his finger and began giggling. As you began to stir awake, nestled against his chest, he looked down at you with a very cheeky smile. "Morning, sunshine." He kissed your forehead.