• racing to get the mail with, once again, bare feet
• toothpaste kisses vs morning breath kisses vs sticky breakfast kisses
• rhett coercing link to shower with him wink wonk (link isn’t a morning showerer, as we all know)
• dancin’ around to the radio in socked feet while they cook eggs and too-sweet french toast
• oh yeah. rhett’s prone to fairly messy pillow hair (which link thinks is super hot)
• link doesn’t bother wearing his glasses and rhett loves just resting their cheeks together and humming
• when rhett first wakes up he’s surprisingly super clingy and warm and affectionate, speaking sandpaper-roughed nothings, calling link baby boy, kissing him all slow bc he’s too sleep-heavy to do much else, all that good stuff
• everyone was waiting for me to say this………… morning sex
• coUGHcough anyway. the two of them sitting outside on the porch swing, tea and coffee in laps, rhett rubbing slow circles on the inside of link’s elbow, watching the neighborhood yawn to life along with them
• link letting the dogs out of their cages, rhett pouring their food
• hugging in front of the window as the sun rises, sighing at the feeling of warm bare skin, unmoving, tied up in each other. link’s temple against rhett’s heartbeat.
• holding hands at the breakfast table, rubbin’ thumbs and palms, makin’ stupid jokes, heart eyes for DAYS
• best friends in love, grateful for warm skin and heavy mugs, lips that smile and kiss and sing, fingers that embrace torsos and pluck guitar strings and brush hair from eyes, in love with their lives, in love with each other on slow saturdays and fast weekdays alike. in love in their mornings.