17. Morning Bliss

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Rob took a swig, watching the birds flit between of the branches of the trees outside. He really needed to make birdhouse at some point, something he could hang up there to get a better view on peaceful mornings like these.

There were quiet footsteps behind him, and a pair of soft arms encircled his waist. He took another swig, letting the aroma of freshly brewed coffee mingle with the smell of coconut as a mane of dark twists pressed into the back of his neck.

"Mornin' honey. You're up early on a Saturday." said Monique.

Rob didn't reply to his wife. He just let the delicate fabric of her sweater caress him as she squeezed tighter. This was what he lived for. These quiet moments where all the cares and worries of the world melted away into contentment. Nothing else in life could hope to compare to how he was feeling now.

"Too early." Monique said in a sultry voice. "I think you should come back to bed."

Well, almost nothing, he thought as she pulled him towards the bedroom.

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