• steaming your husband a cup of black coffee, you feel his arms wrap around your waist from behind in a gentle hug. Lucius was a deeply mature man. You married a year ago when you ran away to be with him.

He nuzzles into the back of your head, grumbling his quiet complaints he eyes the clock. "We slept til three in the afternoon." Lucius comments, bitterly tightening his grip around you.