"Hey, babe," she said, leaning down to kiss him.
"Hey," he exhaled, returning the gesture.
"Did you see this?" she asked, setting her keys down on the table, reading through the mail.
"What?" he asked, setting down the notepad that contained the music to the song he was writing.
"An invitation to Jessica's wedding. 'Dear Tiffany and David, we would love for you to attend our wedding ceremony..' Oh I'm sure," she scoffed.
"It was a nice gesture." he shrugged.
"Right," she rolled her eyes. "Because she's known for being nice."
He didn't respond, but instead turned his attention back to the song.
"You're not going, are you?" she asked him.
"I don't know," he said, "I haven't thought about it yet."
"You're kidding, right?"
"No," he responded.
"Of course you're not going to the wedding of your ex-girlfriend," she yelled.
"Why not?" he asked, immediately regretting it.
"Fine. Go," she huffed.
"I didn't even say if I was going or not," he defended himself. "I just wanted to know why you're so against it."
"She's your ex, enough said."
"Yeah, ex, as in not anymore," he said walking over to her. "I don't want to be with her. I want to be with you," he said, kissing her softly. "I love you."
"I love you, too," she sighed.
He opened his eyes slowly, sunshine engulfing the room, and turned away from the window, his view changing to his sleeping fiancee. He brushed the hair out of her face, her nose twitching, and smiled as her chest moved with even breaths. She rolled over into him, her body intuitively folding into his, and he closed his eyes again, inhaling the scent of her hair and skin. He felt her smile, and then she looked up at him.
"Good morning," he said softly.
"Morning," she replied, laying her head on his shoulder which was halfway underneath her.
She traced the outline of his tattoo on the opposite arm and then looked up at him again.
"What are you doing today?" she asked, silently hoping that the answer would be "staying here" even though she knew better.
"Studio, but I'll be home around 4," he responded, reading her mind.
"Ok," she said quietly.
He hugged her tightly before getting out of bed and heading to the shower. Soon, he was on his way to the studio, the song he'd been working on the previous night with him.