"Are you feeling, okay?" Asked David, rousing Danielle from sleep.

She blinked herself back to reality and tried to focus on her husband's face peering down at her with concern as he sat on the side of the bed and began stroking her cheek.

"I didn't sleep much last night, I just needed a nap," she replied through a yawn.

"Well, it's nearly six o'clock, we should probably get started on dinner," he said.

Danielle groaned, the prospect of getting up out of bed and making dinner sounding particularly unpleasant. David sensed this and smiled.

"I can go pick something up, we can get Chinese from that place that Emily...