Lovino yawned, rolling over onto his side to prop himself up on his elbow. He shifted onto his back after checking his phone, stretching his arms. He looked over to his wife, who quietly snored- never enough to be irritating, just enough to be cute. He smiled warmly, the bright, mid morning sun shining throughout the room, giving his face a warm, angelic glow.

Lovino couldn't help but think she was beautiful like that- her hair splayed over her bare shoulders, sunburned lightly to go along with her naturally tanned flesh. She was sunkissed, her skin the perfect shade of brown. Her chocolate curls danced beautifully on the pillow beneath her head. Lovino smiled even wider. Lord above, this woman was the most gorgeous and extravagant creature he'd ever gotten the pleasure of meeting, let alone loving.

His green eyes softened, taking a gentle humming glow to them. He loved this woman. More than he could describe. Her hair, her eyes, her smile. He loved the plumpness of her lips, and how only the corners thinned when she grinned so happily at him. Her laugh was like bells, no matter how cliché it might sound. Her hair was the most beautiful shade of brown he'd ever seen- a mixture of chocolate, burgundy, sepia, and bistre. Her eyes, oh, her eyes, the greenest pair in the whole universe. Chartreuse, Islamic, mantis, lime, forest, India, and avocado. Such a vibrant fusion of colors it was hypnotizing.

Her skin- good lord above grant him mercy- her skin. If he started talking about it, he would never finish. She was perfectly shaded, like a character in a movie, but it was natural. It was all natural. And that's what made it so wonderful. It came from working outside so often- in her fields. Mostly tomatoes, but sometimes wines and flowers and other vegetables. She loved gardening, and he loved watching her- it lit her up- her eyes, her everything.

He stared at her further. Everyday he noticed something new, something else to love, to adore.

He loved her nose. It was cute- shaped in a way that could only be described as adorable. The little 'button' on the end, perfect for tapping, which always made said nose crinkle and her brows furrow, and always caused her to giggle and swat at him playfully. It always made him smile, made him laugh, made him happy.

Oh, how he loved this woman.

"Mio amore…" He brushed her bangs from her face gently, the curls ruffled and frazzled from sleep, speaking barely above a whisper. Her face twitched slightly when he touched it, causing Lovino to smile and pull his hand back. "Mi dispiace."

He loved how sometimes she would slip into her native tongue instead of their shared one. When she sang, when she cooked. When she was angry, or passionate about something. He especially loved it when she did it during sex, screaming his name in her accented tone, begging for him to do things one didn't think she was even capable of knowing. He grinned. Damn, he loved her.

"Mm… Lovino…?" Isabella sat up slowly, resting on her elbow and forearms. He turned back towards her, catching her as she sleepily rubbed her eyes. "It's early, Lovi… Why are you awake?"

"Mi dispiace, tesoro. I didn't mean to wake you." He murmured softly. She smiled at him.

"Está bien, mi amor. But why are you awake?" She questioned again.

He shrugged. "Don't know. I guess I just got enough sleep." The Spanish girl giggled quietly.

"I'm glad." She gave him that warm smile he so adored, nearly making him melt into goo. He grinned hugely.

"So am I, mio amore, so am I." With that, Lovino wrapped his arms around his gorgeous wife and buried his nose into her neck, ignoring her questions as he breathed her in.

Perfect.