[ He rarely wakes her up with breakfast, anymore. No time, lack of desire, or just plain exhaustion-- it's reserved for special occasions, now. He does, however, make every effort to set her alarm thirty minutes after what she sets it at when he can, just to try and get her another thirty of restful sleep.
It's seven when the alarm finally goes off- he's been awake for an hour, really, but he turns it off quietly, and smooths a hand down her shoulder, their notes and plans for the battle ahead already in a notebook that he'd gotten twenty minutes ago, before crawling back under warm covers. ]
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It's seven when the alarm finally goes off- he's been awake for an hour, really, but he turns it off quietly, and smooths a hand down her shoulder, their notes and plans for the battle ahead already in a notebook that he'd gotten twenty minutes ago, before crawling back under warm covers. ]
Wake up, sweetheart.