"Good morning darling! Did you have sweet dreams?" Philby was stirring a cup of a tea in a bath robe as Willa walked sleepily out of their bedroom in fuzzy pajama bottoms and a terrible bed head.
"And, might I say you look beautiful," he said muffling a giggle at the surprised look on her face when she heard this statment. They'd been married and living together no longer than a month and she was still not used to his compliments on things such as when she thought she looked her worst.
Rubbing her eyes she looked over to his black bath robe and messy red hair, giggling as she told him, "You don't look half bad yourself." They both laughed as Willa walked over to Philby and rested her head on his arm, still sleepy.
"Coffee?" she asked.
Though Philby tended to drink tea in the mornings he still usually made Willa coffee, being that he often woke before her.