He stretched up and patted the top of the door frame with both hands before rubbing at his belly and glancing torwards the kitchen.

"Morning. Are you seeing it from the front end or the back? Cause I could make us some breakfast before I head out to get a few things."

Her fake husband had gone out and found a real job, working as a bouncer off the books at a local nightclub. It made for a lot of late nights and late mornings, but as he was naturally a morning person, he tended to drag himself out at a decent hour on his days off.