The morning light crept into the room, casting a warm glow over everything. Bernard stirred awake, his heart lifting as he turned to see Tim beside him, still peacefully asleep. There was something about these mornings that felt perfect—just the two of them in their little world.

He smiled as he watched Tim’s chest rise and fall, the serenity of the moment washing over him. Bernard leaned in, gently brushing a lock of hair from Tim’s forehead. “Good morning, sleepyhead,” he whispered, savoring the intimacy of the moment.

Tim stirred, blinking open his eyes to meet Bernard’s gaze. A smile spread across his face, lighting up the room. “Morning,” he replied, his voice thick with sleep. “Did I dream you up?”

“Definitely not,” Bernard said with a chuckle. “I’m right here, and I’m not going anywhere.”

Tim shifted closer, their bodies naturally aligning under the covers. “I could get used to this,” he said softly.

“Me too,” Bernard replied, feeling warmth spread through him. They leaned in for a tender kiss, savoring the connection they shared.

“Let’s just stay here a little longer,” Tim suggested, and Bernard nodded, pulling him even closer. The outside world faded away, leaving just the two of them wrapped in warmth and love. In this moment, nothing else mattered.