A oneshot about sweet Japril sunday morning in their home.

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Jackson slowly opened his eyes and turned around, hitting his back against the mattress. April was still sound asleep by his side, her face turned to his body, her own body curled like a ball. She looked peaceful sleeping. They had been married for a month now. And yes, they were still discovering things about themselves and their sleeping habits and of course, their morning habits. Jackson soon discovered that on Sundays, unlike the other days of the week, she liked to sleep in.

Staring at her and at how serene the looked sleeping, he decided to get out of bed without waking her up.

However, as soon as he started lifting up the covers, he felt an arm reach him and stop him from leaving.

"Where do you think you're going?" April asked, in a sleepy tone.

Jackson smiled and went back to his original position. "Good-morning to you too!" He said, planting a kiss on her temple.

"You're not allowed to leave this bed, you know?!" April didn't even bother to open her eyes. Instead, she moved her body, placing one hand on his chest and her head on his shoulder.

"I was going to make breakfast." Jackson informed her, placing one arm behind her head, allowing her to come closer to him. "I was planning on bring you some coffee… some toasts."

"I don't want coffee. I want you and you're not leaving this bed until I say so." April went on, mumbling with her mouth against the side of his chest. "Today is Sunday. We don't have to wake up early, or go to work, or leave this bed…we're not leaving this bed!"

"Okay." Jackson let out a small sigh and closed his eyes as well.

"Don't you just love Sundays? We don't have to rush or worry. We can lie in bed all day long if we want to and cuddle." April continued, moving her head to feel his heart beat against his chest. "We spend so much time thinking about what's coming up next, about life, about work. On Sundays we don't have to think about those things at all. Sundays are for me and you."

"Yeah." He agreed, knowing she had him right on the spot. There was no way he was going to leave that bed now… nor did he want to. "I do love Sundays."

"And Sunday mornings are made to stay in bed and cuddle. We're cuddling now. Coffee can wait."

"Sure. Coffee can wait!"

"Don't you just love these kind of Sunday mornings? I love them… when it's raining outside and we can just lie in bed and hear the raindrops hitting the window." She said, thinking about the fact that being with him like that always made her feel at ease. How there was no other place she would rather be. How time seemed to stop. How life seemed easier and problems were far behind her.

"I do." He agreed again, smiling when he felt his wife rest her leg in the middle of his and make space between his feet for her own.

"And it's warm under the covers, we can relax and take a moment to stand still and enjoy ourselves."

"Yeah." Jackson nodded, moving one hand to the back of her head so he could touch her tangled hair and play with it. "Kinda makes you wish every day was Sunday."

"I wish every day was Sunday."

"No worries, no stress, no hospital, no dealing with people. Sundays…" He said, letting his fingers roll down a piece of her hair. "Sundays are for me and you."

"Sundays are for us."

"Plus, on Sundays I get to spend the whole day kissing you."

"Oh I love that." She said, burying her face on his shirt, smelling his own personal scent through it.

"And holding you."

"I love that too."

"But you know what I love the most about Sunday mornings?" Jackson asked, opening his eyes to look down at her. She still had hers tightly closed, her face buried in his shirt and her body completely glued to his.

"Hum… no."

"Waking up and seeing you sleeping next to me. Seeing how cute you look when you're waking up."

"I don't look cute when I'm waking up. You're lying."

"I'm not." He said. "I love how your hair is all messy and how you don't even open your eyes for the first few minutes after you wake up. How you make your way to me and how you place your arms around me and try to snuggle." She slowly opened her eyes and looked up at him, trying to hide the huge grin on her lips. He knew her better than anybody else. He knew her every little routine. Her every little secret. Every trace of her morning personality. He knew her so well. It was like he had been studying her in secret, while she slept, while he pretended to be sleeping next to her. "How you put your leg right in between mine and how you insist on sleeping without socks, causing your feet to be cold like stone in the morning."

"Are you complaining about my cold feet?"

"No! But you have a tendency of searching for mine to warm yours."

"Hey! I don't do that!"

"You do! But it's okay, because I don't mind."

"You do have warm feet."

"I know!"

"You're a very warm person altogether." She retorted, loving feeling the heat coming from his body. It felt so good to sleep in the same bed as him, to fall asleep in his arms and to wake up searching for them. Only a month ago things were so different. They weren't even together a month ago. And now? Now life was perfect. Her morning were perfect. Her Sunday mornings were the best. "You know what? I can't even remember how my Sunday mornings went by when we weren't married. Or maybe I don't want to remember. They weren't fun!" April said, moving her fingers to play with the fabric of his shirt. "And I honestly don't know what I would do if I woke up and you were not around."

"You don't have to worry about that anymore. I'm going to be here, with you, every Sunday, for the rest of your life."

April smiled, thinking she didn't mind at all waking up like this for the rest of her life. "You have no idea how good that sounds."

"Well, all I know is…" He said, resting his hand on her cheek and caressing it softly. "You're my perfect Sunday morning."

She was his perfect Sunday morning… whatever that meant.

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