Imagine your OTP waking up during sunrise atop a grassy hill, snuggling up against each other.
Kaidan, as usual, was the first to wake, taking the time to look at his sleeping wife before she would be up and running around as if she were still juggling fifteen different missions at once. He cast a quick glance back at the tent behind them, satisfied that their children were still asleep, and leaned forward to press a gentle kiss to her shoulder. "I love you," he murmured, wrapping his arm tighter around her waist as she stirred, slowly opening her eyes. "Morning."
"Morning, Kaidan." Shepard turned in his arms so they were face-to-face, kissing him gently. The rising sun played over the silver decorating his hair, the mark of age and frustration that she loved. He chuckled back in his throat, pressing their foreheads together. "How're the girls?"
"I doubt they'll be for long."
Kaidan chuckled again, running his fingers along Shepard's arm. "No, they do seem to sense when we're awake."
Shepard stared at him for a few minutes, a small smile playing over her lips. "I love you," she murmured finally. Kaidan trailed his fingers through her hair, a wide grin splitting his face.
"I love you too."