He pouted.

It’s early morning.

You woke up and the first thing you see is his pout?

“Baby.. what’s wrong?” You asked.

“Tsk!”

"Hey.... baby what's wrong? You mad at me?"

He glanced at you, wrapped his hands around your body, kissed your cheek and said, "No." 

You let out a relief sigh and muttered, "So...?"

He complained, “I just hate mornings!”

You brought your eyebrows together. “Why?” you asked.

“Because morning means, I have to leave you for work all day!” he exclaimed as he pressed his lips on yours, giving you a quick but deep kiss before jumping off the bed, to prepare himself for work.