Pajamas
Sam's eyes flew open as she was woken from her peaceful sleep by the blaring of the alarm clock on her bedside table. She slammed it forcefully with her fist, burying her face into her pillow trying to some how muster up the energy to leave her warm bed.
Suddenly, she felt a pair of strong arms snake around her waist and picked her head up and looked over to see her husband, Freddie, slowly opening his eyes.
"Morning," he said softly, pulling her closer to him.
"Morning, baby," Sam smiled, giving him a quick peck on the lips.
Even though Sam and Freddie had been married for a little over three months, Sam still couldn't get used to the overpowering sensation of waking up next to him every day. As much as she hated mornings, he actually managed to make them bearable for her.
"You still tired?" Freddie asked, knowingly, stroking her tangled curls.
"Duh," Sam grinned. "It's seven in the morning."
She yawned as she slowly sat up and got to her feet.
"Maybe we shouldn't have stayed up so late last night," Freddie said, getting out of bed as well.
"You didn't enjoy yourself?" Sam smirked, grabbing her work clothes from the closet and tossing them on the bed. "Because if I recall…"
"Of course I enjoyed myself, baby, how could I not?" Freddie said, his eyes shining.
"Better," Sam said approvingly. "But now we get to go off to another fun day of work."
She made to start peeling her pajamas off so she could get changed for the day, but Freddie quickly grabbed her hand.
"Wait, Sam," Freddie said thoughtfully. "What if we…what if we both played hooky today?"
Sam gave him a strange look. "Um…did I just hear that right? You, Mr. Perfect Attendance all throughout high school, want to skip work?"
"It could be fun," Freddie said, grinning. "We could just hang around here in our pajamas all day and just relax together."
"Hey, you don't have to convince me," Sam said. "You know I'm always down for keeping my pajamas on as long as possible."
"Yeah," Freddie nodded. "I know. And you know what else? You look absolutely stunning in them."
Sam rolled her eyes. "Where'd you pick that one up? Husband school?"
"Husband school?" Freddie repeated, amused. "Yeah, that's a thing."
…..
An hour later, after Sam and Freddie had called in sick at their jobs, they were laying in bed, eating the delicious breakfast of Belgian waffles and bacon that Freddie had prepared.
"Wow, breakfast in bed," Sam said, biting into a piece of bacon. "You know how to play hooky good Benson."
"Thank you, Benson," Freddie chuckled, kissing the tip of his wife's nose.
"This is the life," Sam sighed, resting her head on his shoulder. "Laying in bed in our pajamas all day…"
"Well, hopefully there will be parts of the day when the pajamas aren't on," Freddie said, raising an eyebrow suggestively.
"We'll see," Sam smirked. "Although after these amazing waffles, you're getting there."
Freddie laughed and kissed her again. "I love you, Sam. Even if we do just lounge around in our pajamas all day, it's still perfect because I'm with you. I love having you as my wife."
"You're not too shabby of a husband either," Sam grinned, kissing him back, cuddling closer to him. "Hey, baby?"
"Yeah?"
"What's been your favorite thing so far?" Sam asked.
"What do you mean?"
"What's been your favorite thing about being married so far?" Sam asked.
"Hmm," Freddie said, pursing his lips in thoughts. "Just one?"
"Nub," Sam said, rolling her eyes.
"Okay, okay, I've got it," Freddie said. He took a deep breath. "My favorite part about being married so far is getting to wake up every morning and see the most beautiful woman by my side sleeping so peacefully."
Sam blushed and looked down at her lap. "Really?" she whispered.
"I'll never get tired of it," Freddie said truthfully. He kissed the top of her head. "Hey? What about you? What do you like the best so far?"
"What? I'm supposed to top that answer?"
"It's not a contest," Freddie said. "I just want to hear it."
"Okay…" Sam said thoughtfully. "Let's see…um…oh! I've got it! My favorite part of being married so far is …finally having someone to spend the entire day in pajamas with who I love being with."
"Aw," Freddie grinned. "That's so sweet, Sam."
Sam smirked as she swiped off a bit of whipped cream from her waffle and smeared it across Freddie's face.
"Yup, saw that coming," Freddie sighed.
"Good," Sam said, laughing.
Freddie reached for a napkin, but Sam quickly stopped him.
"I've got it," she said, leaning down and kissing the spot on his face with whipped cream.
