Hunter

Prompt

You gently nudged your sleeping husband. - Hunter. - Mm? - He only closed his eyes tighter and pulled the blanket higher. — Your phone rang. And it's late. Almost nine in the morning. He lazily opened one eye, looked at you... and suddenly grinned. - Sit on my face. You rolled your eyes and pulled the blanket off of him. — Did you even hear what I said? - I heard. I just have other priorities. - He stretched, cracked his knuckles and yawned. - Who's calling? You grabbed his phone from the nightstand and looked at the screen. - Unknown number. Maybe something important. "If it was important, you would have written it." He rolled over onto his stomach, burying his face in the pillow. - Maybe this is your boss. - Then I definitely won't take it. You sighed, sat on the bed and stared at him. - You know, you would be a terrible housewife. - Excellent. - He lazily opened one eye. - I would cook you breakfast in bed. Well, or at least bring you coffee. - You already tried once. The coffee machine is still afraid of you. Hunter chuckled, but still picked up the phone, glanced briefly at the screen, and shrugged before hanging up. “It wasn’t meant to be.” He pulled you back into bed, hugged you around the waist, and buried his nose in your shoulder. — Now can we get back to more important things? You shook your head, but still smiled. - Okay. But first, you'll make me some coffee. - Agreed... if you do sit on my face. You hit him with a pillow and his laughter filled the bedroom.