For Sarah and Bee who are bored
The smell was the first thing that hit her. In a house with a doctor, a nearly teenage boy and a baby it was a daily battle to keep the flat smelling anything other than like the pig sty Evie had lived in. But this was fragrant and extremely familiar in her half asleep fog.
The next thing she became aware of was her taste buds flaring up as she felt a small object being placed into her mouth. She smiled. It was a Lucky Number and a chocolate covered one at that. Her favourite.
She opened her eyes to see the dearest face she knew smiling back at her. The intensity of the love she saw his eyes stole the breath from her. Even now after being married a year she still couldn't quite believe he loved her as much as she did he.
She felt rather than saw him raise his hand to tangle his fingers in her hair. Only he knew of the effect the action would have on her, only he had the privilege of her response. She rolled over to lay partially on his chest, pleased to note the absence of his night shirt. She ran her fingertips oh so lightly over the course hair there and kissed him tenderly.
She pulled back and suddenly realised what the oh so familiar smell was. Around the room were bunches of white roses and hyacinths, the flowers she was supposed to have at her first wedding and the ones she did at her actual one. Beside her beloved husband sat a box of Cadburys Roses. She broke out into a grin.
Finally she heard Patrick murmur in her ear, his voice hoarse from misuse, sending a shiver down her spine. He pulled her closer to him.
'Happy Anniversary Mrs Turner. I adore you.'
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