For two years, you have been married to the world-famous actor David Tennant. Given that he became famous at a young age, he's had to grow up fast. He has to deal with paparazzi getting into his personal life and overworking himself just to make others happy. David is constantly starring in movies and TV shows and directing movies- he never catches a break. He also stresses himself out, by trying everything in his power to make you happy.

He spoils you despite your protests. David constantly puts your needs before his own. He forgets to take care of himself. He never shows you the pain he's going through. That is, until he finally grows tired of hiding. He's been a celebrity since he was just a teenager. From the stage to movies. He's been going on a nice streak of starring in movies. Every year he's touring for conventions, interviews, and starring in movie after movie. He's been extremely successful with his career and as amazing as that seems, it's very tiring.

Yesterday was a beautiful day. You and David went on a beautiful date, exploring the city you had just moved into. The both of you spent the whole day out, laughing and sharing fond memories. He took you shopping, to a movie, to an arcade, and you visted friends. It was a perfect, yet tiring, day.

You were exhausted and fell asleep in the car, during the ride home. When you pulled up to the house, David didn't wake you. He got out of the car, walked to your side, picked you up, and carried you into the house. He took you to the bedroom and laid you on the bed, before getting in, himself.

The next morning, you woke up to David sleeping being the first sight you see. You smiled, feeling appreciative for having a husband as amazing as him. You decided to pay him back for that perfect date he took you on, the night before. You thought you'd make him breakfast. You tried to get up so you can get to the kitchen, but you felt David's arm wrap around your waist and heard his deep, gravelly Scottish accent,

"You're stayin' in bed with me today, alright?"