So, it's 5am. I gave up on sleep somewhere around 4am. And this... This is what came from it. There's a (kind of) funny story about this one. The poem (tanka, I believe) was an assignment I was given at the start of the semester. I kind of half-assed it because I cannot stand poetry (just not my thing), and the tanka below is what came from it. Funnily enough, when I was writing it, I was thinking of BixLu. And, once I'd finished it and submitted it (yes, that is the final copy of it, and no, I didn't bother editing it any further because again, I fucking hate poems), and read through the feedback from my peers, I realised... That I really wanted to writer a drabble/ficlet based on it.

Anyway, I finally got around to it, and this is what came from it. Unedited, un-proofed, random 5am rambling while I try not to cough up an actual lung - my annual winter chest cold has come to take me.

Dawn

Sun slowly rising

Dawn is creeping closer still

Birds outside waken

Yet inside remains peaceful

With no one wishing to move

Lucy woke to the cheerful sound of chirping of birds outside her window, and the early morning rays just peeking through the floating curtains from the gentle morning breeze. A smile tugged at her lips before her eyes were even completely open, and she sighed happily to herself knowing just what her day would entail.

She couldn't stop herself from lifting up her hand once she noticed the new, yet comfortable, weight on it, and her smile grew wider as she admired the way the diamonds on the rose-gold band caught the sunlight and sparkled incandescently. That was when Lucy finally looked to the sleeping form beside her, and she was sliding over in the mess of sheets and then tucking herself under his arm to bury her face against his neck.

Bickslow chuckled tiredly, but he wound his arm around his wife's shoulders just that little bit tighter and ducked his head to press a gentle kiss to the top of her own. "Mm, good morning, Mrs. Heartfilia."

Lucy giggled. She'd been married for less than twelve hours, but the first time she'd heard it, she'd known she was going to love being able to tick that 'Mrs' box on any other forms she had to fill out in the future. "You know, I think I could get used to being called that now…"

"I'm sure you could," Bickslow murmured. He waited a few moments, in which he only enjoyed the sound of the Lucy softly exhaling and the feel of her breath on his neck, and the slightly-more annoying sound of the birds outside, before he decided to ask, "What time do we need to be at the airport again?"

"About nine…" Lucy mumbled. Their flight to the first of their honeymoon destinations wasn't until ten-thirty, but they still had to be there early. Thankfully, they'd finished packing the most of their belongings a few days prior to the wedding, so everything but their carry-on was packed and ready to go.

They still had a little bit of time before they needed to get up though – not much, but still. Her daughter would be up soon, and Erik would be arriving shortly to be lectured again about all the emergency contacts that were going to be stuck on the fridge (like he hadn't actually been a dad for the last seven years at all), and all about Violet's school drop-off and pick-up schedules and after-school programs, and how Bickslow's dogs needed to walked every second day, not every day, and that he had to make sure they didn't steal each other's food…

Once the day really started, everyone was going to be in a rush, and… Lucy wasn't ready for that just yet. She just wanted to enjoy the peace and comfort that came from cuddling with her husband right then. They'd have peace on their honeymoon, sure, but it wouldn't be the same. They were at home then, and that was definitely something Lucy was going to miss for the next month.

"So we don't have to get up yet, right?" Bickslow asked quietly.

"Not yet…" Lucy sighed.

"Good." He'd had no intentions of moving when he'd felt Lucy stirring beside him before, and he didn't have them right then, either. For now, he was going to stay in bed where it was warm and still smelled like home.

Fun fact: This is actually part of a longer one-shot I started working on a while ago, and plan on (hopefully) finishing soon...
Yes, Bickslow has 3 dogs. And yes, Lucy does have a kid with Cobra and her name is Violet. It'll make sense one day.

Also, quick note regarding Lucy's married name: No, Lucy did not hyphenate her name. No, she did not take Bickslow's. No, Bickslow did not take hers. Lucy kept her own, thus, she became 'Mrs. Heartfilia'. That's it.