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Summary: Waking up next to her would never get old, of this he was certain. JerichoStephanie, oneshot
Alrighty! Yet another JerichoSteph from me. I just love these two together and I can't help myself when it comes to writing about them. Thanks to DCFanatic4life for just being so supportive and a wonderful and polite person to talk to. This fic is rather short, but I just kinda wanted to get this idea out of my head to help get the writing juices flowing. And, really, a little bit of Jericho and Stephanie never hurt anyone. I hope everyone enjoys! I know I enjoyed writing it!
Wide Awake
Out of habit, he supposed, he always woke first.
Whether it was from the constant demands of working for the WWE for countless years or not, Chris had no idea. He figured that was the easiest answer to give. He figured it was also the most accurate. It was surprising, though, considering all the time it took his partner to get ready in the morning that she didn't ever wake up first. Mentioning this to her had been a mistake, for she had then thrown the still-hot curling iron at him, almost burning him in the process.
But that was neither here nor there, because Chris didn't care either way.
Waking early had its perks, of course.
Most people would state that they would get to use the bathroom, shower, change - all of those things, before their significant other woke. They would get the first cup of coffee, be able to make what they wanted for breakfast. Things like that.
Chris, however, had a whole other reason for waking up before his wife.
And, like most things in his life, the answer was her.
Stephanie was sleeping soundly, her eyes closed, arm curled beneath the pillow her head was rested on. She looked as beautiful as always - even more so, without makeup. Her hair was a mussed from sleep, something that he found endearing, even now after all this time spent together. She was lying on her side, and he watched as her side rose and fell with each breath.
He reached out and brushed a strand of hair from her face.
These moments caused him to feel so at peace he was certain he was still wrapped in realms of unconsciousness. He was so content, so blissfully happy, that he never wanted to be uprooted from this moment, as cheesy as it sounded. He had spent so long without her that he treasured every moment he could, especially the ones that were so simple that other people wouldn't realize their magnificence until they slipped through their fingers.
She stirred, a slight moan rumbling deep in her chest. A singular eye cracked open, and Chris could tell from just that one movement that she was slightly perturbed.
"What...'re you doing?" she asked, her voice thick with sleep.
Chris smiled at her, looking almost Cheshire-like in appearance. "Nothing."
She reached up and rubbed at her eyes, puffy and red with sleep. "Nothing...uh huh..."
"Go back to sleep, Steph," he encouraged, pressing a hand to her cheek.
She leaned into his touch, seemingly despite herself. His thumb rubbed a soothing back-and-forth against her cheekbone, and he reveled in the softness of her skin, something he could never get used to feeling. Chris noticed, pleased, that she fell back to sleep with a smile on her face.
Letting out a deep breath, Chris found himself getting back into bed, pulling the covers over himself and nestling down next to his wife.
He wrapped an arm around her slim shoulders, pulled her closer to him, and pressed his face into the crook of her neck.
Sometimes, waking up early was overrated.
End.