As Price slowly opens his eyes, basking in the warm glow of the light streaming in through the window, he turns to his side expecting to see you, but you're not.

Pushing the sheets aside, you swing your legs out of bed and pad across the cool floor. You glance back at the empty side of the bed, wondering where your partner could be. Walking into the kitchen, he sees you standing in front of the stove, already dressed in work attire. You’re making coffee and look as if you've been awake for some time already.

He comes to you from behind wrapping his arms around you in a gentle warm embrace. “Morning…” He mumbles softly in a tried voice, squeezing you for only a moment, as he rested his chin on your shoulder. Taking a deep breath as the fresh scents of laundry and shampoo lingers on you.