i was in the mood to write about cute husbands being cute /: vry vry short btw...

Early Morning

There he was.

My precious ray of sunshine.

My small little bundle of cuteness.

My handsome smart intelligent light in my dark cave.

The love of my life.

My husband.

Kiku.

I could watch him for hours, honestly. The way he was curled up comfortably on his side of the bed, completely exhausted from the events of the previous night; the way he looked so peaceful in his slumber, obviously having a nice time in Dreamland; the way his body was illuminated from the early-morning sun seeping through the window, like he was the treasure at the end of the rainbow; the way he snores – usually I can't stand snoring, but…the way he did it was just so fucking adorable.

And you know what the best part about all of this was? It was the fact that he was sleeping next to me – in our bed. Our bed! Can you believe that? We have our own bed! One that we can share and sleep in – together! It's incredible! I can cuddle him, kiss him, hug him, make love to him, fuck him, watch TV with him, and sleep beside him…in our own bed…whenever I wanted!

This marriage was the best thing that has ever happened to me.

Kiku Honda was the best thing that has ever happened to me.

As I looked down at his sleeping figure, I carefully pulled back the blanket to reveal his shoulder (and I could also catch a glimpse of the marks on his neck that I gave to him…last night) and I softly kissed the naked skin. He was so soft. All over. I wanted to kiss him more, but, I didn't want to disturb his peace. So, instead, I laid back down on my side and just smiled at my sleeping, cute, adorable, small, lovable, sexy, handsome, perfect-in-every-way little mochi. My God, I'm so fucking lucky, aren't I? To have this man married to me and sleeping next to me the morning after a passionate fuck. I moved in closer so I could make out more of the details on his face. I wanted to kiss those soft lips again.

And I did.

And it was awesome.

But, my heart skipped a beat when I heard him suddenly inhale through his nose and start to move. Damn it. I hope I didn't make him angry. Fuck. Fuck. What do I do?

I continued to lay there. That's what I did.

I watched nervously as I watched him rub his eyes and nuzzle deeper into the bed, turning to lay on his stomach and turned his face away from me. I could feel my heart shatter that I didn't get any morning cuddles, so I, too, turned the opposite way. Psh, I wasn't hurt.

Yes I was.

When I was facing the other way, I closed my eyes to hopefully get back to sleep. It was probably way too early for me, anyway. But then, I could feel more movement, followed by an arm draping over my bicep. I opened my eyes to make out a familiar hand, and I smiled.

"Alfred…" Kiku's soft, tired morning voice cooed my name, and I turned around on my back so he could lay his arm on my chest and I could hook my arm under his body, holding him close.

"Hold me…" Kiku said again, and I softly laughed.

"I'm already holding ya, babe." I replied, followed by a light moment of silence before Kiku spoke again.

"You're like a…teddy bear, Alfred…"

"That's right, darlin'. I'm your teddy bear. One and only."

I could feel Kiku start to move upwards and lean over to kiss my cheek, and I just smiled more and captured his lips in another small kiss.

"I love you so much, Kiku."

"Oh, Alfred, I love you, too."

And those were the last things that were said before we both fell asleep again, only to speak more when we awoke.

I love being in love.