Here's day number 10; we're hitting the double digits! Ok, so I have so many thanks to dish out right now. :D Thank you so much to incandescent dreams, lowi (I don't know if you can /have/ Leo but I might be convinced to loan him out ;)), AuthoressMegz (OMG SO many reviews!), fabricated fantasies (thanks for pointing out the errors ;)), ThatOneDiabeticGirl (good luck on your exams), and SWeET KiSsEs AnD lOviNg HuGGs. I own nothing but Charlotte in this one.

Day Ten - December 10th

main prompt: bells

pairing/character: hugo

additional prompts: vivacious, cursed, morning

Bells. That was the noise Hugo heard and cursed when he woke that morning, pulled from his wonderfully comfortable sleep. At first he thought maybe the sound was coming from one of the other flats in his building. He'd woken to his neighbors noises before. But not this sound. He was sure it was coming from his own flat. It was too loud to be coming from a different flat. He felt around his bed, hand only feeling a warm spot where the body of his girlfriend usually was. No, not girlfriend - fiancee. He'd been having trouble remembering to replace the former term for the girl he'd known since his first year of school. He'd had enough trouble remembering to say girlfriend whenever he introduced once they first started dating their sixth year. This was his new challenge.

With a bit of regret, he drug himself up out of bed, grabbing the track pants he'd tossed aside last. Slipping back into them, he made his way through the flat, hand trying to smooth down his mess of red hair as he went. He finally found the source of the bells in the kitchen where a certain blonde was cooking up a storm. He stopped in the doorway and watched as she moved back and forth between the oven and countertop. There was something so simply enthralling about watching her move around in nothing but one of his old t-shirts that fit her like a dress and was dusted with flour. Her hair was piled onto the top of her head with a few pieces falling loose.

"Hugo, if you're going to just stand there, you can make yourself useful," Charlotte told him, her back still facing him as she continued working. His response was walking across the kitchen and wrapping his arms around her waist, pulling away from her cooking for the moment. He felt her jump ever so slightly in surprise and squirm a bit in his grasp. "Hon, I've got to get this stuff finished. Your mum's expecting us at the house by noon and-"

He stopped the rant coming out with a sweet pressed into the crook of her neck, feeling her sink back into her arms. Her smalls hands grabbed on to his arms and her head tilted back, resting against his shoulder. "Why don't you stop worrying about my mum for a little while and we go back to the bedroom to…relax?"

"…I guess I can finish cooking later." With that, the vivacious little blonde took her fiance's hand before they both disappeared back into their bedroom for a while.

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