prompt: happiness
summary: his hands are larger than her fears, and that's the last thought she has as he lulls her back to sleep. — natan ;
word count: 410
natalie wakes with a sharp gasp, hands clutching at the sheets.
her bedroom is dark, the curtains closed.
the same nightmare has plagued her for days on end now.
she rolls over, patting the empty spot next to her. where is lucifer? luce? "luce?" she asks.
natalie climbs out of bed, trying to avoid crying as she steps into the significantly cooler hallway.
water is running in the kitchen, and something sweet - smelling fills the air. then she hears "shit, damn. damn. ow."
a laugh bubbles up into her chest, but she represses it.
her husband is wearing a black t - shirt that is currently covered in excess flour and there's chocolate on his nose and cheek. his hair is mussed and he's gnawing on his bottom lip. there's soft music playing in the background. (probably jack johnson. she's discovered that his taste in music is actually quite low - key.)
she glances at the wall clock hanging above his head.
it's two o'clock in the morning. well. she squints. more like twenty after, but same thing.
she steps forward onto the cold tile floor, trying to stay quiet. lucifer is so focused on measuring something ("damn. wrong.") that he doesn't take even the slightest notice of her. she creeps up behind him, pressing her chest against the broad expanse of his back and snaking her pale arms around his midriff. he stiffens for a brief moment before relaxing into her grip and continuing to measure things.
she rests her ear underneath his shoulder blade; the steady rhythm of his heartbeat slowing the world down for a solitary moment.
she finds herself singing quietly to jack johnson ("who broke the moonlight / watch it wax and wane / I'm lost / I'm too tired to try") as luce cracks an egg.
at approximately four o'clock in the morning, they sit at the kitchen island; he with two cookies and natalie with double that.
and she realizes, as he strokes her hand while simultaneously wolfing down a chocolate chip cookie, that she loves her husband.
he smiles at her goofily, his chocolate - covered lips basically begging to be kissed.
additional notes: this is literally the softest thing ive ever written im cry! anyways happy natan week !