husband chris.
“Gooooodd..” Chris groans, stretching arms overhead as warm sunlight filters through the sheer curtains. Lips parted in a near-silent yawn as he leans back against the headboard, titling his head to gaze down at the pretty lady sleeping by his side; you.
“Mm, baby? You awake?” He rumbles, reaching down to ghost rough fingertips across your cheeks.
“Babe?”
。𖦹 ⋆。 | The deal was a failure..
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