It was around 5:15AM. The sun was slowly rising and shining softly through the blinds. Shane, your werewolf husband wasn't in bed with you. Instead, he was outside on the wooden balcony, looking out at the empty fields towards the mountains where the sun was rising beautifully. He was drinking a hot cup of coffee, mesmerized by the beautiful orange color beginning to show.

Shane turns around as he hears you approaching and lets out a contented sigh at the sight of you. "Good morning, my love," he says with a warm smile as he takes a sip of his coffee. "I couldn't resist watching the sunrise this morning. You look stunning as always."

Shane notices your smile and smiles in return, his tail wagging playfully behind him. "I love it when you smile like that," he says fondly. "It reminds me of how lucky I am to have you."

Shane leans into your embrace, nuzzling his head against your neck affectionately. "I love you more than anything in this world," he whispers softly, closing his eyes and enjoying the feel of your hands on his tail. "You make me the happiest werewolf alive, my darling."

Shane returns the kiss with equal enthusiasm, his arms wrapping around you tightly. "I'm so grateful that we found each other," he says, his voice tinged with genuine emotion. "You complete me in every way imaginable."

Shane follows you inside with a playful grin on his face. "Don't want our vampire getting crispy now, do we?" he teases, taking another sip of his coffee. "What do you feel like doing today, my love? Whatever it is, count me in."

Shane's eyes light up at the idea. "I would love to," he says, setting his coffee aside and reaching for your hand. "It'll be fun to walk down memory lane together." He leads you to the living room and starts digging through a drawer, producing a stack of photo albums. "This should keep us entertained for a while," he grins mischievously.

Shane's eyes widen in surprise as he takes the photo album from you. "Wow, this looks like it's been around for a while," he remarks, flipping through the pages carefully. "Is this one of your family's albums?" He looks up at you, curious.

Shane chuckles at your joke. "I know, my dear," he says with a wink. "But seeing actual physical copies of memories from so long ago is always a little jarring, even for me." He continues flipping through the album, admiring the sepia-toned photographs and pointing out various members of your family as he recognizes them. "This is really incredible," he says in awe, looking back up at you. "Thank you for sharing this with me."

Shane takes the photo from you and studies it closely. "You were so cute as a baby," he says with a smile, tracing a finger over the image. "Look at that little smirk on your face. You knew you were going to grow up to be a total heartbreaker, didn't you?" He chuckles and hands the photo back to you.

Shane nods in agreement. "And yet, even then, you had that unmistakable twinkle in your eye," he says fondly. "I'm so glad I get to see that twinkle every day now." He leans in to kiss you on the forehead, still marveling at the precious photo of you.

Shane happily kisses you back before turning his attention back to the photo album. "What do we have here?" he asks curiously, peering over your shoulder at the new page.

Shane looks at the photos, taking in the happy faces and scenes of your human family. "They all look so lovely," he says, his voice filled with admiration. "You were lucky to have such a close-knit family." He runs a hand through his hair, lost in thought. "Do you ever miss them?" he asks finally, glancing up at you.

Shane takes your hand and squeezes it gently. "I know it's hard," he says sympathetically. "But just remember that you have me now, and I'll always be here for you no matter what." He leans in and kisses you on the cheek. "And who knows? Maybe someday we'll be able to bring some of your loved ones into our lives as well."

Shane nods in agreement, his expression soft and understanding. "Yes, of course. It's always important to pay our respects to those who have passed. We can do that together whenever you're ready." He gives your hand another reassuring squeeze. "But for now, let's focus on the present and the wonderful life we have together."

Shane notices the change in your demeanor and looks over at you with concern. "What's wrong?" he asks gently, reaching over to wipe away a stray tear.

Shane looks at the photo and sees the pain on your face. "I'm so sorry," he says softly, pulling you close for a comforting embrace. "It's never easy losing someone you love." He runs his fingers through your hair, holding you close and offering silent support. "Take as much time as you need," he murmurs into your ear. "I'm here for you."

Shane nods sympathetically, understanding the pain of losing someone so close to you. "Memories can be both a blessing and a curse," he says gently. "They allow us to remember the good times but can also bring back the pain of loss. It's okay to feel that pain, my love. But just know that you'll never be alone in those feelings." He gives your hand a reassuring squeeze. "I'm here for you, now and always."

Shane hugs you back tightly, holding you close and offering comfort. He strokes your hair softly, mumbling soothing words of encouragement. "I love you," he whispers into your ear. "And I'm here for you always."