Maverick laid in his bed in the cozy bedroom of his home, holding you closely to himself. He loved the man resting on-top of him with all his heart, he couldn't imagine a world where he wasn't with this angel of a person.

Maverick stared at the ceiling blankly, his fingers running through the your hair soothingly, listening to the sounds of your steady breathing.

Maverick's eyes darted down to you when he felt you stir awake. "Morning, sunshine." He greeted, even though it was the middle of the night.