The last couple days were a blur of a whirlwind. Febs was certainly enjoying it, but the haze couldn't last forever. It was a strange feeling, living your life, but more like you were watching it than experiencing it. The crash would come soon enough.

It hadn't taken long for Febs to get very used to waking up next to her husband but this morning, feeling almost hungover, she just wasn't ready to be awake. Smiling to herself, it slipped when she noticed the tone to his voice. Febs sighed quietly, rousing herself more properly as she rolled over to face him better. Snuggling in, still groggy, she mumbled a quiet, "Good morning Love."