I'm probably going crazy, but Nicole can always tell I'm awake even before I can. She'll be at the end of the bed, half-dressed, almost wearing her full uniform. And my eyes are still close and my breathing is still quiet, but she always knows.
"Good morning, you." So smoothly and gentle, the perfect way to get up. It's weird, but even when you're not looking at someone you can sort of always tell when they're smiling. Especially with morning Nicole, still half sleepy and cute. I mean, she's always cute Nicole, but in uniform it's "Nicole the badass". Obviously I don't mind- it's freaking hot. It's just the little, domestic moments we share start my day perfectly perfect. It's when none of us are entirely ready for the world yet, and the everything melts away. It is sheer bliss.
I pull away the covers and swing my legs to the bedside. She walks slowly towards me and gives me a look that makes me internally scream and my cheeks flush bright pink.
"Hey." Morning voice. Croaky as all heck, so quiet it's almost a whisper. She laughs lightly and pulls back a fallen lock of hair to behind her ear. She leans against the bedroom wall and smiles again. I must look like a mess. We came in late and I just couldn't be bothered to look for one of my shirts and Nicole's purgatory police academy shirt was just there and it is very comfortable. Big, but comfortable. Don't even get me started on the state my hair is in. I'm a mess.
"Coffee?"
"You know you love me?"
"Y-yes?" She raises her eyebrows.
"Can I pretty please have-"
"Tea? Sure."
"I love you, like, so much."
She starts to walk away and walk around, but I've grabbed her hand and pulled her on the bed.
"Coffee can wait."
She's on top of me and kisses my forehead.
"Nedley can't!"
She rolls over so we're both on the duvet covers. Her hand touches mine and I hold it, she subconsciously rubs her thumb against the side of hand.
"I would kiss you, but morning breath." I say.
The morning voice has returned! Yikes, how does she think I'm cute now?
"Right!"
She jolts forward and we both get up.
The door slams behind her as we kiss and say goodbye- yes, I've brushed my teeth. There's a lulling silence around the home until I hear a clamming of feet rush downstairs. It's wynonna. She stops a couple steps from the bottom and jumps down the final couple, slamming into the floor with her boots.
"Nice tshirt, Waves." She jokes.
"Nice pyjamas." I reply, looking at the leather jacket and skinny jeans she wore yesterday. She brushes it off and walks with me into the kitchen.
"Ah, the lesbian coffee problem."
I snort and look at the excessive pile of cups I know that are Nicole's. Everywhere's a mess. Have you seen all the books and random pieces of paper everywhere? That would be my bad. There's about a trillion liquor bottles in the cupboards. Henry's or Wynonna's? We'll never know. And there's the general waste everywhere you look. MESS.
"So," she clears a counter and jumps to sit on it.
"What you up to, today?"
"Probably nothing. Might get lunch with Nicole."
"Very nice." She says attempting to sound interested. It's not working.
"How about you?"
I go to the sink and run the tap, it's freezing and there's washing to do. It does wake me up, though.
"Meh, whatever I guess."
She jumps and walks towards the opposite side of the room, distracted. The waters warmed up and I grab the sponge and dish soap. There's a pile of plates and cups, but it's not that much.
"What's this?"
She paces around the kitchen holding something, before I can answer, she rushes out the house and starts calling someone. She's having a conversation in the other room.
"Dolls? Yeah, there's a thing and I'm not sure what it is…"
I ignore whatever that is and carry on cleaning. Plate, plate, cup, plate, knives, forks, other bits and bobs- I am bored. The conversation continues, but it's only faint.
"You okay?" I shout to the other room.
"Yeah! It's all good! No, Dolls, not you" she rushes in and holds the phone away from her ear.
"I'm heading out, okay?"
"Sure."
She grabs my cheeks and kisses my forehead, then turns and runs towards the door.