The room is filled with the soft sounds of morning, the faint chirping of birds outside the window, the quiet ticking of the clock on the wall. The husband lies beside his wife, his body pressed against hers, his hand resting on her stomach. He can feel the rhythm of her breath, the steady beat of her heart. He lets his hand wander, tracing the line of her hip, the curve of her waist. He can feel her waking up, her body tensing slightly, then relaxing as she realizes it's him. He leans in, his breath warm on her neck, his hand moving to cup her breast. He can feel her nipple harden under his touch, her breath hitching in her throat. He smiles, his body responding to hers, as they begin to wake up together in the most intimate way.