I thought I should wake up earlier than Arlo so I could catch him sleeping, but once again, when I fluttered my eyes open, he was already awake and watching over me.

Arlo, my husband.

“Hmm,” I groaned, closing my eyes shut again.

“Is that an annoyed sound I hear? You’re not that happy to see my face first thing in the morning?” There was laughter in my voice, so contagious that I found myself chuckling as well while he pulled me closer to his side.

For a moment, I didn’t open my eyes and just lay there in his warmth while he wrapped me in his arms.

“No! It’s...