chris leaned against the doorframe of the bedroom, looking at you as you slept soundly while cuddling with your favorite blanket under layers of covers. he smiled and glanced down at his watch, realizing how late it really was.
last night you two had planned to go workout and get lunch this morning, but that was the exact opposite of what really happened. chris tried to wake you up that morning around nine thirty, but you were having none of it and only shoo’d him away and fell asleep again. he tried to wake you up an hour later, only to receive the same treatment, so that’s when chris gave up.
chris assumed you would have got up on your own, but you didn’t. so this is when he came to check on you and realized that somehow you were still asleep.
glancing down at his watch, he realized how late it really was, and you had to get up sometime. pushing himself off the door and walking over to the bed, chris lowered down next to you on the mattress and gently cooed you awake while moving the hair out of your face.
“love, you need to get up.”
you grumbled and a second later, opened your eyes. you noticed that he was fully dressed and seemed to have been awake for hours now. “oh, god, i’m sorry. i just overslept.”
“love, it’s four in the afternoon.”