[ She snuggles into the warmth of the bed but feels the emptiness beside her causing her to blink and awaken to her lonesome self in bed. Getting herself out of bed she smiles as she adorns one of his shirts and some bunny pajama pants.

Her fluffy bear slippers quietly step out of the room and she notices a bob of light brown hair. She quietly walks closer;]

You left me alone.

[ He doesn't expect her to be up yet. It's a distinct part of why it takes him a moment to realize she's talking before he peers up. ]

You looked comfortable. I figured it might be a little creepy if I was staring at you when you woke up.

[ Walking up to him ] Sounds like a missed opportunity.

I wouldn't mind waking up to your gorgeous eyes.

[ He snorts, shaking his head before he scratched the back of his head. ]

They're nothing special.

[ Pry the book out of his hand and seat herself on his lap. ]

Maybe not to you. So, what was on today's reading list, Regulus?

[He doesn't seem to mind, quickly holding up his hands before placing them around her waist.]

An Artist of the Floating World. [He shrugs before quirking a brow.] We have to meet Maya for lunch.

[ Lays her head on his shoulder ] It's still early.

[ He glances at her, fingers entwining comfortably together. ]

What are you planning?

Nothing, nothing at all.

[ She glances up at him. ]

Okay, maybe a way for you to call me Riris.

You're still on about that?

Think about it; Riris Minkus. It rolls off the tongue beautifully.

[ Yup he married this little dork ]

It's sounds even sillier than Farkle Minkus.

Hmph. [ Crossing her arms and pouts cutely. ]

I'll call you Riley if that's what you want, you know I will.

You know it doesn't matter to me. You could call me Riley, Iris or any other name you please. It doesn't matter to me.

Then what's all this about Riris?

Best of both world.

They're both still you. I think either name is suiting.

You still don't want to be called Farkle? [ Wrapping her arms around his neck ]

The others or you can call me Farkle, you know that.

I prefer calling you my husband.

Well, that's good since you decide I was. [He teases lightly glancing back at her in the same sheepish way.] But I think I'd like to keep calling you Iris for now.

And I don't mind calling you Regulus.

[ He nods, giving a small smile. ]

So what was your master plan?

My master plan is for a certain someone to give me a morning kiss.