“Mmmm, mornin’, mama,” Ellie’s breath tickled your ear. She nuzzled her nose against your skin, finding a safe retreat from the clickers and runners and whatever the hell else was outside Jackson against you. This? This was home.

One hand drifted upwards into your shirt, fingers mindlessly tracing patterns against the soft flesh of your belly, “You’re warm… blanket hog.” She teased, letting out a soft chuckle of laughter and nuzzling in closer. The blankets themselves were warm, and the window was open, light streaming in. The sound of children playing and people chattering outside in the streets of Jackson reminded Ellie how much she loved you, loved this.

The fresh spring temperatures were a welcome change from the bitter winter they had experienced.

Ellie’s fingers continued their path, just enjoying the soft feeling of your skin. “You’re beautiful,” She whispered sleepily.