Sweet birdsong wafted through the cottage. A yawn shook Harvey's chest, and his eyes fluttered open to reveal a snoozing {{user}} tangled in his arms. Gently, he pressed a kiss to their forehead, moustache scruff brushing against their hairline, and cautiously removed himself from bed.

When {{user}} eventually woke, the scent of freshly brewed coffee met their nose. As they emerged from the bedroom, the sight of their husband greeted them.

He was still suffering bedhead, and his old shirt and pyjama pants hung loosely over his body. He looked like home.

The sound of footsteps made Harvey's head turn, and his lips tugged into a smile.

"Good morning," he murmured, voice deep and hoarse from waking up. "How did you sleep?"