I got up early. Just Milo and me.

When Sam got up I said, "Good morning honey."

He grunted.

I thought, that really is a grunt. So I asked, "How are you?"

He grunted again.

Another grunt, I thought.

So I asked, "Did you sleep well?"

"Yes."

Better, but still not great. "It is a lovely morning."

He looked at me, titled his head, his forehead squeezed together, and he looked at me like what is going on.

"So you slept really well?"

"Yes." Still giving me the you-are-exhausting-me look

"Do you want to say anything else?"

He breathed in heavily. "Not really."

I laughed.

He gave me is gorgeous smile. 

"How many years is it?"

"What?" Back to the you-are-exhausting-me look.

"We've been together and I have never realised how much of a non-morning person you are?"

"How many years is it?"

"Sixteen."

"Oh, so it's not a trick question."

"Did you know that?"

"Of course."

He knew that, and now he was smiling.

He sat down on the couch and picked up his iPad.

"Like badly cooked spagehetti."

"What?" Back to the you-are-exhausting-me look.

"We stick together." Oh, I don't know, I was just being silly by then.

He looked at me over the top of his iPad.

It rained all morning.