A/N: It has been a while since I last wrote, and my skills are a little rusty, so I thought I'd start off with a vignette.
Mornings and You
Watching her sleep was something he could never get tired of.
When he woke up in the morning, he would turn over and watch the woman lying beside him. He would admirably watch the lines of her face and the structure of her body.
Sometimes her face would be turned towards him, and sometimes it would not. Her black curls would be everywhere on the pillow and occasionally a lock would fall into her eyes, which she would automatically brush away. She looked like an angel.
Whenever he saw her like this, a wave of overwhelming love would rush through him. The thought that he could always wake up to mornings like these, mornings with her by his side was hard to believe. He silently wowed to never take her love for granted.
This morning was different, though. For once, he would wake her and ruin the perfection and beauty of the moment. He had to hear her voice; he was bursting to talk to her, no matter what she would say.
As gently as he could, he brushed her hair away from her face and planted a soft kiss on her lips.
"Wake up, sleepyhead," he whispered, smiling softly.
Her eyes fluttered open. She looked at him and smiled so her face lit up.
Oh, how beautiful Mrs. Owen Hunt was.