Early one morning in the bedroom of Natalie and Adrian Monk. Very short scene in the life of a happily married duo. (A/N Shipper Fic Of Course) I got the idea while listening to Adele's "When We Were Young."... See if you can find the line that made me write this!

I don't own Monk. Just my forever A/N Shipper heart.

Adrian Monk opened his eyes with a start, the early morning sunlight filtering through the curtains. The clock on the bedside table read 7:00 AM, and Monk, known for his particular nature, was already mentally preparing himself for the day's challenges. He couldn't escape the compulsions that governed his every action, but one thing managed to soften the edges of his meticulous routine—his wife, Natalie Teeger-Monk.

Monk's keen sense of observation hadn't failed to notice how lovely Natalie looked in the soft morning glow. The sunlight played with the strands of her hair, creating a halo around her head as she slept peacefully beside him. The slight curve of her pregnant belly added an extra layer of warmth to the scene. As always, his feverish desire for her ran alongside his unrelenting adoration.

Unable to resist the allure of the moment, Monk reached for his cell phone on the nightstand. He carefully lifted it, making sure not to disturb the silence of the morning. The soft click of the camera app launching filled the room as Monk turned his attention to the sleeping beauty beside him. He was so happy she had convinced him to start using a smartphone.

The first snapshot captured Natalie in a moment of vulnerability, her face serene in slumber. Monk couldn't help but smile, a rare expression softening his stoic features. But as Natalie stirred, the next few moments became a series of stolen shots, each capturing a different expression on her face—first confusion, then embarrassment.

"What are you doing, Adrian?" Natalie mumbled, her eyes squinting against the unexpected intrusion of morning light.

"Just capturing the beauty of the morning," Monk replied, a mischievous twinkle in his eye.

Still in a half-conscious state, Natalie didn't fully grasp the situation until she saw the phone in Monk's hand. "Are you taking pictures of me while I'm sleeping?"

Never one to lie successfully, Monk nodded, his fingers tapping away at the screen with precision. "It's a rare moment, Natalie. The sun is at just the right angle, and you look sweet in the morning light."

Natalie sighed, a mixture of annoyance and amusement playing on her face. "Adrian, I'm pregnant. I look like a whale."

Monk shook his head. "Nonsense. You look radiant. And besides, it's not every day I get to capture this side of you."

He did like to take photos of her–a lot. So it was every day. But Natalie knew that the unsaid words he was probably thinking were Let me photograph you in this light just in case it is the last time we ever see each other. Fear still ruled his mind. Doubly so now that she was pregnant with their first child together.

Natalie, resigned to her husband's quirks, couldn't help but smile. "You're impossible, you know that?"

Monk grinned his phone still in hand. "But you love me anyway."

She smiled. But as Natalie rolled her eyes and tried to go back to sleep, Monk continued his impromptu photoshoot, catching the nuances of their morning routine. Though sometimes expressed in unconventional ways, the love between them filled the room with a soft, messy coziness that even Monk's meticulous nature couldn't deny enjoying. And so, in the quiet moments of the early morning, the persnickety detective found joy in the simple act of capturing his wife's beauty, one snapshot at a time.