Context: Random drabble that happens between the wedding and their first child. Written late at night on a whim.
Good Morning
Something was pressing against her lips, waking her up. She didn't open her eyes right away. Instead, she relaxed, perfectly content to lie there and allow whatever it was to cover her mouth and brush her with its stubble -
She opened her eyes as he pulled away, a roguish grin on his face. "Good morning," he whispered.
"Morning," she answered, running a hand through his hair. "What's the occasion, may I ask?"
He shrugged. "Waking up with you in my arms for the umpteenth day in a row."
"I suppose that's reason enough." Her hand moved to his cheek, running her thumb along his jaw. She smiled up at him. "I just wish I'd wake up to you kissing me more often."
"Do you?" He arched an eyebrow. "That is definitely something I can change." He leaned down, and the two of them were soon lost within their embrace.