“You need to get up.”
“Hrmph.” He cuddled closer, twining his legs with hers, wrapping his arm around her, nuzzling his nose under her ear. “Don’t want to,” he mumbled.
“Pippin.” Ivy giggled and squirmed, trying to push him away, but he only held on tighter. “You have to get up. You have a meeting this morning with some of the tenants.”
Pippin groaned. Why did farmers have to get up so bloody early anyway? He sighed. He longed to be back on their honeymoon, all alone with no interruptions. There never seemed to be enough time for that anymore.