Jack woke up slowly. He glanced at the alarm clock beside his bed. 6:55. Five minutes until it went off.
Smiling to himself, he reached over and turned the alarm off. He then looked down at the girl who was lying beside him. Brown haired, fairly tall, muscular, angular face with high cheekbones, and above all beautiful, Steph was the girl of his dreams. She was perfect. Well, except perhaps for one thing, some would say. As far as he was concerned, that was only debatably a flaw. Jack, himself a well built, tall and brown haired man, would probably debate the other side.
As the clock neared seven, he bent over and put a hand on Steph’s shoulder. “Good morning baby girl,” he said, “its time to wake up.”
She stirred slowly, smiling.
“Come on little one, the sun is up! Don’t let the day go away.”
“I don’t want to,” she said gruffly, but still smiling.
“Awww well that’s too bad little one. You have to go to work.”
“Says you, you’re just going to go back to bed.”
“And whose fault was it for booking shifts on the weekend so you could go out on a weekday?”
“Five more minutes?”
“No. Come on, don’t be a brat.”
