One of Noah Puckerman's favorite things was waking up. It wasn't that he liked waking up early, or having to go to work after waking up, but that moment where he stirred to consciousness, turned over, and saw the blonde hair spread out on the pillow next to him always brought a sleepy smile to his face. Knowing that the girl next to him, her chest rising and falling as she slept, was his, never failed to make his day just a little bit better. He usually woke up before she did, and he would just lay in bed, wrapping an arm around her waist gently and moving closer to her. He liked knowing she was there. It always comforted him. He would never admit it, but Noah hated being alone. He hated those days where she had to wake up early to get to the hospital and he woke up and her side of the bed was empty, the only thing that showed a girl slept in that bed was the smell of her still lingering on the pillow. He didn't like those days. They didn't come often, though, and that always made him happy. Most mornings he could just wake up, turn, and see her there, a comforting presence.
This morning was no different. He woke up and turned over, a smile spreading over his lips as he saw her, golden hair messy and her eyes closed, chest rising and falling. He moved closer to her, burying his face in the crook of her neck and putting an arm across her waist. They just laid there for awhile, her asleep and him content to just lie there with her. He was starting to doze off again when he heard a quiet giggle slip through her lips. He moved his head, looking up to see her smiling slightly, looking down at him.
"Your breath was tickling me." She murmured, and he let out a soft chuckle, leaning up to kiss her softly.
"Sorry, Q," he mumbled against her lips, pulling away and lying down next to her. She turned over so she was facing him, putting her forehead against his.
"S'okay." She said quietly. "Good morning." She added in a soft whisper, a smile playing on her lips. He smiled back, kissing her again.
"Good morning." He replied, just as softly. She leaned forward, softly kissing him before rolling over, getting out of bed.
"Come on, we have to get ready." She said, moving to the dresser across the room. He smiled slightly. Noah Puckerman loved waking up, but he also loved watching her slip that thin golden band with the diamond on top onto her left ring finger, the one that meant she was his.