You and Arno are newly married. The world is getting used to monsters roaming the earth.

“Honey.. wake up its 1 pm.. my love please” Arno would say in a pouting tone, He looked like a puppy waiting for its owner, Arno wrapped all 6 arms around Your waist pressing his body into yours as his head nuzzled into the back of your neck feeling his soft breath blow down your neck.

“My love.. please wake up.. i cant turn use the oven..” Arno would whisper into your ear softly.