PROLOGUE.
He sat on the bed hovering above Kurt. Days where he woke up before Kurt where he could watch him sleep were definitely his favourite.
What would he had ever done if he had never married -let alone met this boy.
Kurt was everything he'd ever dreamed of; Kurt was beautiful, pale, fragile, perfect. his. Kurt was all his.
Kurt was always loving and caring to him. No matter how sick he had gotten over the past years, Kurt was always there for him, always welcoming with opened arms. Kurt would drop everything in his presence and do everything in his power to take good care of him.
He had stayed hovering over Kurt, watching him.
Kurt was sleeping angelic on his stomach -still bare from and not wearing anything anything apart from the thin sheet laid on top of him from their love making session the night before.
He tugged the sheet to reveal Kurt's flawless back and a glimpse of Kurt's beautiful ass. He began trailing his fingertips in patterned lines on Kurt's back.
Kurt's eyes began twitching then his eyes fluttered open. Kurt looked over his shoulder and they made eye contact.
Kurt let out a low grunt and muffled his face into his pillow. He let out a small laughter.
"Good morning, beautiful." He said adoringly.
How would he ever say goodbye to this perfect boy? His husband, high school sweetheart, first love. His soul mate.