A/N: Thanks to everyone who reviewed the last one - I'm glad you enjoyed it.
I must admit that I'm not entirely convinced with how this one turned out but I hope you all enjoy it anyway.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Sleepy

Dylan Keogh sat down carefully on the edge of the bed that he shared with his wife, being mindful not to spill the boiling liquid on the bed. He placed the steaming cup of coffee he held in his hands on the bedside table before turning his attention to Sam. She was fast asleep and wisps of her blonde hair were lying across her face, moving gently as she breathed. The covers were tucked up and around her shoulders. She looked ever so comfy and he knew then that it was going to be a hard task to wake her up, especially as it was freezing cold outside.

He placed his large hand on her small shoulder, gently shaking her in an attempt to rouse her from her peaceful slumber. She groaned in response, grumbling something under her breath. He couldn't quite make out what she'd said but he knew her better than he knew himself so he knew that at this time in the morning, it probably wasn't anything particularly tasteful. She really did appear to be grumpier than usual today.

"Sam," he said softly. "Come on, it's time to get up." He brushed her hair out of her eyes with his hand, his thumb gently grazing the soft skin of her cheek.

"No." She whined, her voice heavy with sleep. She kept her eyes firmly closed. "Five more minutes." She mumbled pleadingly into the pillow, shifting position in the bed to make herself comfortable again.

Dylan sighed deeply, glancing over at the clock. It was getting on for six o'clock now and he knew that he really had to get her up seeing as they were both due at work soon. He looked back at his wife, shaking his head in exasperation as he realised she'd gone back to sleep again. Admittedly she was harder to get out of bed in the winter – she was usually up before him in the summer. "Sam, Sam-an-tha." He deliberately drew her name out, knowing that she hated it when he did. "You've got to get up." He insisted, tangling his fingers in her soft blonde hair.

"Mm." She murmured in response, her face still buried in the pillow. "What time is it?"

He shifted his gaze from her and back over to the clock, his eyes swiftly picking out the time. "Nearly six," he answered, glancing at the cup of coffee that sat on the bedside table. "If you're not going to get up then I'll think I'll drink your coffee for you." He said lightly, watching as she shifted in the bed, the mention of coffee having the desired effect.

Sam rolled on to her back, slowly opening her eyes. Sometimes she really hated the early morning shifts, especially in the winter. She was toasty warm in bed and she knew that it was bound to be cold outside. Even though she wasn't usually one for wasting time in bed, she was really tired and the prospect of staying lovely and warm under the covers for one day was very appealing. She knew that if Dylan hadn't come in to wake her up with the promise of coffee, then she probably would have given into temptation and gone back to sleep again. Sighing deeply, she sat up in bed, glaring at him. "I'm awake." She muttered groggily, rubbing a hand over her face to try and wake herself up a bit.

A small smirk appeared on his face as he took in her sleepy appearance. Her blonde hair was tousled and it had a gentle wave to it rather than being perfectly straight like it normally was. She was dressed in a pair of cat pyjamas – he remembered that she'd bought them a few months ago purely because she thought they were cute. Despite the fact that she'd just woken up, she looked beautiful to him. He picked up the cup of coffee that was sitting on the bedside table and was probably cooling down rapidly, gently pushing it into her hands. He couldn't not give her the coffee now. She accepted it gratefully, wrapping her hands around the warm cup. Seconds later, her eyes fluttered closed in bliss as he leant over and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead.