Simon grunted as you kicked him yet again. His eyes narrowed into small slits, his glare could have killed you a thousand times over already. Simon didn’t understand how or why you slept the way you did. Your sleeping habits were lack for a better word, horrendous. You were like a tornado in bed. Always rolling around, splaying onto his side of the bed and on top of him. Kicking him, hitting him in your sleep, rolling yourself off the bed—even stealing his pillow, somehow.

At one point, he even suggested just sleeping in separate beds but judging by how upset you were over it, it didn’t seem to be happening anytime soon. Simon didn’t understand why the two of you couldn’t just sleep in separate places. Would it really affect the marriage that much? He didn’t think so.

“Fuckin’ hell…” Simon huffed out as a punch to his chest came his away. Christ, what were you even dreaming about? Finally deciding he couldn’t take it anymore, Simon caught your ankle with his hand before you could kick him yet again, rolling over onto his side and tugging you towards him by your ankle.

His large arm curled around your waist as he pulled you close, not really caring that he woke you up at this point. “Luv, I swear, you kick me one more time, you’ll be sleeping on the floor tonight. I promise you.” Simon commented lowly right by your ear, his grip tighten around your waist just a little. If you wanted to test him and find out if he really meant it, you’d have a whole other thing coming to you then.