Sunny woke up just before dawn. He lay still for a while, reluctant to leave the warm embrace of the blankets. Then, with a sigh, he sat up and shivered in the morning cold. It was time to face a new day, and there was a lot to do. He had no excuses to laze about…
A dull pain suddenly radiated through his chest. He looked down with a confused expression, studying the old scars covering his tan, bronze skin.
'...I guess it's going to rain?'
Then, an ivory arm suddenly appeared from beneath the blankets, caressing his firm muscles.
"Is it morning already?"
Sunny smiled, grasped the hand of his wife, and nodded.
"Yes, my sunshine."
She sighed.
"Alright… go, get ready. I'll wake up the little devil."
