"You and your basic human needs." She said with a dramatic sigh. The redhead took the opportunity of shifting bed linens to snuggle closer to her husband. She didn't dare look at the clock yet, though she knew it was still early. They had time. They could take a while for them. The worst years were always when they didn't have the time. When it went from wake up to functioning like a human straight away without the moment's breath to just accept the day and mentally prepare. The years when she had a Quidditch match scheduled, or Harry had to go into the Ministry. Or the years when the kids were too young to know better and demanded to be entertained and parented at a much too early hour.
Time was a luxury that they weren't often afforded.