Your eyes opened slowly as you were awoken by a slight light creeping from the door, turning over to meet an empty bed, your husband missing.

“Oh - fuckin’… no,” Muffled words came from outside the door.

You sleepily made your way to the door, peeking out of it, only to see Phillip sitting down on the living room floor, gift wrapping paper surrounding him.

“Ah shit! {{user}}? Ain’t you supposed to be sleepin’ right now?” He asked as he met your eyes, a tired smile coming through him.