Word Count: 555
Summary: "And one morning, you will be looking at him sleeping peacefully next to you, and you will thank God that it had never worked out with anyone else before."
Disclaimer: I don't own The Big Bang Theory or the characters.
The first rays of sunlight were entering their bedroom through the crack of the curtains. Penny was awake before Leonard, for the first time since a long time. She stared at his sleeping form, thinking back to when they met, of how much had changed between them. Of how she had never thought that a decade later she would be glad she was in bed with him and not with someone else.
The few rays of sunshine hit his face, making him look angelic. His hair was lighter, his curls were everywhere and looked adorable. All of him looked adorable, actually. He looked peaceful too, like he always did when he was sleeping.
She thought back to the day she first said she loved him. The way that they were both crying, the way she just went to work, since she couldn't hold back the tears. Penny remembers being at work with her heart racing, without being able to focus. Penny remembers running to her car as soon as her shift was over, not even bothering with counting the tips she had earned in that shift. No, she could only run to her car and go home, to her boyfriend, who she loved.
And now, he was her husband, and she still loves him.
She remembers the way she ran into his arms that night. He was on his desk working on something – she never asked what it was, since a) she was with her heart racing and just wanted to be in his arms forever and b) she wouldn't understand a thing anyway – when she entered through the door.
She didn't even give him a moment to think before she jumped to his arms, and his work was quickly forgotten that night. She remembers the way they made love for the entire night, the way they slept together all through the day, holding each other. The look on Sheldon's face when they first saw him that day was priceless, making that (those) day (s) even more memorable.
Penny couldn't only laugh about those moments, those memories that made her so happy. And being able to say she loved the man in front of her without being scared was one of the greatest things in the planet.
It became a habit, really. One that she adored, and one she was sure he adored as much as she did. Every last text message, every phone call, and every see you later ended with an I love you.
She couldn't see a future without him in it.
And that morning, as she looked at him sleeping peacefully next to her, she thanked God that it had never worked out with anyone else before.
She was glad for all those other heartbreaks, all those jerks that made her realize that she wanted someone different from them to be the one she would spend the rest of her life with.
And when he stirred, and looked at her with those beautiful brown eyes and said Good morning with that adorable, sleepy voice of his, all she could do was thank the moon and the stars that they were together, like it was always meant to be.
The End
Hope everyone enjoys reading this as much as I loved to write it. Prompt found on Tumblr.