*Author’s note: This is my first post here, and I was helped by* u/Lady_Appleby *in editing the story. Without her help, it wouldn’t be as good as it is.*
It is always in the wee hours of morning that he will stir. His eyelids fighting a losing battle as he rouses himself to look at the silhouette lying beside him under the covers, sharing in each other’s warmth – a small comfort from the colder temperatures of the morning.
His right arm is still wrapped carefully around her waist, while the other is stuck under her weight. She has become his makeshift cuddle pillow for the night. Her bare back presses against his chest, her breathing slow and soft.
He has tried to make more time in his daily routine for her, but it is hard. He has a career to devote himself to, and despite his best efforts, he seems to always end up doing overtime at the office. On the average day, he only drags his weary body home several hours past the typical dinner time, his hair dishevelled from the trials of the workplace. But when he sees her smiling face at the door, his cares evaporate.