Adam's POV
I opened my eyes and saw Charlie's face, sleeping, he was so beautiful while sleeping. Like usual his lips were slightly parted exposing mildly cocked teeth. I smiled and rolled over to look out the window. It was dawn and a dim gray light was casting through the panes. I gently rose from the bed, trying not to disturb my new husband. My new husband, MY NEW HUSBAND, I couldn't get over those words. I could hardly just the day before, in front of all our friends and those we hold dear, we'd exchanged vows.
I slipped out of the room and slid my feet into his slippers, which he'd left in the hall, in out late night, mad dash to the bedroom the ay before. Guy had really come through getting us that cabin to spend the weekend in. It was romantic and peaceful. I wondered out onto the porch in my cotton pants and sweat suit and watched as puffs of smoke left my mouth in the cool air. The swirled up into the sky and vanished, becoming part of the morning clouds.
I shivered and raised the coffee mug that was in my hand to lips, letting the hot liquid warm my insides. For no real reason I stared off at the horizon like the damsel of some fairy tale, and giggled at the thought of my prince charming still comfy in the nest we'd made. I stood there on the patio and watched the sunrise as if I'd never seen it before. Everything seemed so new to me. I fiddled with the shiny silver band on my left middle finger and slipped it off to reread the inscription. 'With all my heart and more' it said, and still does, though now the words have faded some and the silver doesn't gleam the same as it use to.
I put my ring back on and headed back into the house, beaming at nothing but the thought of spending the rest of my life with Charlie. I found him still asleep in the bed as I'd left him, only he'd rolled over some and was laying in my spot. Give him an inch and he'll take a mile, that's my Charlie.
I shook my head and removed the slippers and my sweat shirt and wiggled back into bed. I couldn't help it really, as I ran my hand up between his tank top and the skin of his back. My fingers where freezing against his warm flesh and he jumped slightly, squirming backward slightly so more of our bodies were touching. I removed my hand from his shirt and traced the outline of the tattoo he had on the back of his shoulder with my thumb. It's the Ducks' logo and he'd gotten it for his eighteenth birthday, I went with him and had chickened out. I brought my mouth down and kissed the permanent picture on his shoulder and he turned over to face me.
"You're up early." He smiled groggily blinking his eyes.
I reached over and brush the band of my hand over his cheek. "I know, but I love watching you sleep."
Charlie freed his hand from the confines of the comfort and took mine, entwining our figures. "Well that's good, because you're going to be able to do it, everyday for the rest of your life."
"That's all I ask."
"I can't believe you married me."
"I can't believe you asked me." I leaned in and kissed his nose.
My husband grasped either side of my face and captured my mouth with his. I stared into his eyes and placed my hands once again in his shirt, this time over his heart. I could feel it beat against my palm, every thump. It seemed to quicken with each kiss, each movement of my tongue. Things started to get hot and heavy, unfortunately it got to rough and before I knew it I was being rolled over onto my wrist. I winced and Charlie immediately draw back.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to…" His voice trailed off at the sight of the pain caused tears in my eyes.
"I know, I know you didn't." I forced a smile through the agony and reached out to him with the other arm. Pulling him back to my by the front of his boxers.
Charlie gingerly picked up my arm and pressed his lips to my wrist so delicately, it was like he was kissing a new born baby. He cuddled against me and I rested my head on his chest, listening to the sound of his breathing. In truth my wrist had never taken that long to heel before and I'd banged it quite frequently during my hockey career. Somehow whatever my father did to it, that day in his office, was so much worse. I couldn't bring myself to tell Charlie, I knew he blamed himself for it all. I didn't so I wasn't going to allow him too, I just kept it a secret.
"When we get home, I'm going to go to the courthouse and see about having my name changed." I sighed against his neck.
Charlie stroked my hair and snuggled forward more, increasing out contact, soon no part of my body was not touching his. "To what baby?"
"Adam Jonathon Conway." I replied, now suddenly tired from waking so early.
My ears were met with an approving chuckle. "Okay sweetie, you do that." He kissed my forehead once more and closed his eyes as well. Before I realized we'd fallen back to sleep in one another's embrace.
I opened my eyes and saw Charlie's face, sleeping, he was so beautiful while sleeping. Like usual his lips were slightly parted exposing mildly cocked teeth. I smiled and rolled over to look out the window. It was dawn and a dim gray light was casting through the panes. I gently rose from the bed, trying not to disturb my new husband. My new husband, MY NEW HUSBAND, I couldn't get over those words. I could hardly just the day before, in front of all our friends and those we hold dear, we'd exchanged vows.
I slipped out of the room and slid my feet into his slippers, which he'd left in the hall, in out late night, mad dash to the bedroom the ay before. Guy had really come through getting us that cabin to spend the weekend in. It was romantic and peaceful. I wondered out onto the porch in my cotton pants and sweat suit and watched as puffs of smoke left my mouth in the cool air. The swirled up into the sky and vanished, becoming part of the morning clouds.
I shivered and raised the coffee mug that was in my hand to lips, letting the hot liquid warm my insides. For no real reason I stared off at the horizon like the damsel of some fairy tale, and giggled at the thought of my prince charming still comfy in the nest we'd made. I stood there on the patio and watched the sunrise as if I'd never seen it before. Everything seemed so new to me. I fiddled with the shiny silver band on my left middle finger and slipped it off to reread the inscription. 'With all my heart and more' it said, and still does, though now the words have faded some and the silver doesn't gleam the same as it use to.
I put my ring back on and headed back into the house, beaming at nothing but the thought of spending the rest of my life with Charlie. I found him still asleep in the bed as I'd left him, only he'd rolled over some and was laying in my spot. Give him an inch and he'll take a mile, that's my Charlie.
I shook my head and removed the slippers and my sweat shirt and wiggled back into bed. I couldn't help it really, as I ran my hand up between his tank top and the skin of his back. My fingers where freezing against his warm flesh and he jumped slightly, squirming backward slightly so more of our bodies were touching. I removed my hand from his shirt and traced the outline of the tattoo he had on the back of his shoulder with my thumb. It's the Ducks' logo and he'd gotten it for his eighteenth birthday, I went with him and had chickened out. I brought my mouth down and kissed the permanent picture on his shoulder and he turned over to face me.
"You're up early." He smiled groggily blinking his eyes.
I reached over and brush the band of my hand over his cheek. "I know, but I love watching you sleep."
Charlie freed his hand from the confines of the comfort and took mine, entwining our figures. "Well that's good, because you're going to be able to do it, everyday for the rest of your life."
"That's all I ask."
"I can't believe you married me."
"I can't believe you asked me." I leaned in and kissed his nose.
My husband grasped either side of my face and captured my mouth with his. I stared into his eyes and placed my hands once again in his shirt, this time over his heart. I could feel it beat against my palm, every thump. It seemed to quicken with each kiss, each movement of my tongue. Things started to get hot and heavy, unfortunately it got to rough and before I knew it I was being rolled over onto my wrist. I winced and Charlie immediately draw back.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to…" His voice trailed off at the sight of the pain caused tears in my eyes.
"I know, I know you didn't." I forced a smile through the agony and reached out to him with the other arm. Pulling him back to my by the front of his boxers.
Charlie gingerly picked up my arm and pressed his lips to my wrist so delicately, it was like he was kissing a new born baby. He cuddled against me and I rested my head on his chest, listening to the sound of his breathing. In truth my wrist had never taken that long to heel before and I'd banged it quite frequently during my hockey career. Somehow whatever my father did to it, that day in his office, was so much worse. I couldn't bring myself to tell Charlie, I knew he blamed himself for it all. I didn't so I wasn't going to allow him too, I just kept it a secret.
"When we get home, I'm going to go to the courthouse and see about having my name changed." I sighed against his neck.
Charlie stroked my hair and snuggled forward more, increasing out contact, soon no part of my body was not touching his. "To what baby?"
"Adam Jonathon Conway." I replied, now suddenly tired from waking so early.
My ears were met with an approving chuckle. "Okay sweetie, you do that." He kissed my forehead once more and closed his eyes as well. Before I realized we'd fallen back to sleep in one another's embrace.