Froy Gutierrez - Goodnight
Darkness surrounded you as you lay awake in your bed. Tiredly you reached your hand across the bed to find Froy’s side empty. You went to sleep around two-ish hours ago and had accomplished about 10 minutes actual rest. Knowing Froy was in his office, getting work done without disturbing you, you cautiously got out of bed and walked towards the office space.
When you neared the French doors of the office, the dark of the hallway seemed to float away when you heard the light, angelic voice of your husband singing along quietly with your country music playlist, that he swore he would never get caught dead singing along to.
Softly you giggled and decided to get video evidence of this moment. You quickly tip-toed back to your shared bedroom to grab his phone that was laying on his bedside table. ‘Clearly he took mine for music’ you thought before returning as quietly as possible to the office.
Inside you heard the song change to Dibs by Kelsea Ballerini (a/n: i love that song), Froy’s soft voice started jamming out the song.
Slowly and quietly you opened one door of the office, just enough to poke the camera of his iPhone inside, crouched down and video taped the scene in front of you.
Once the song was close to finishing you stood up from your crouched position dusting yourself off. You sent the video to your own phone and his mother for good measure. Once the notification had came through on your phone, he turned around to check it and you took that opportunity to swing the door wide open.
“Did your mother never tell you it’s not nice to take photos or videos of people without their consent?” Froy asked, a smirk evident in his voice, which was plastered on his face when he turned around.
Coping his smirk you answered back “Did your mother never tell you it’s not nice to take other peoples property without their consent?”
Froy motioned you over with his, hesitantly you walked towards him only to be pulled onto his lap, your legs bent on either side of his own and leaning his forehead onto your own, he bopped your nose.
“If I asked you would’ve only replied 'mmmmhhshzhfnfjxjsnz’ so really I did us both a favor.”
You laughed at the inhuman noise he made, placing you head on his chest and listening you his heartbeat. Froy sighed and took the phones deleting the video from both.
“No one else needs to see that now, do they? Except my mother, really? you had to send that to her?” chuckling a tired chuckle and nodding your head. “Don’t lie, i know you love rocking out to a good ole country song.” It was his turn to chuckle.
Quite took over the office space for a few minutes, as your eyes grew heavy, Froy seemed to notice as he started rubbing you back with his spare hand as he finished up his own work for the night. Soon the introduction to Humble and Kind by Tim McGraw started to play and you couldn’t resist the urge to jump up, pulling your husband up at the same time and dragging him the middle of the office.
“What are you doing?” amusement laced in his voice.
You soon shushed him putting his hands on your waist and your hands around your neck. He soon got the hint and started swaying you both to the music, similar to your recent wedding day. After a minute of silence Froy spoke up.
“What are you doing up baby? You went to sleep almost three hours ago now, your normally dead to the world by now. Is everything alright?”
You shrugged, head on chest. “Just couldn’t sleep I guess.”
“Right well let me send off this email and then I’ll come to bed with you. Sound like a plan?” Nodding became your only answer as you grew even more tired by the minute.
Lifting you up and placing you on his feet, Froy took giant steps back towards his desk as you held on tightly, like your life depended on it. His laugh filled your heart with joy and soon you were positioned back into your previous position on his lap. The slow beating of his heart, the rhythmic typing on the keyboard and the low hum of music soon put you to sleep in his arms.
“Alright Y/N i’m done lets head off to bed…” His voice trailed off as he looked down to see you were definitely asleep. Chuckling lightly to himself he turned off his computer, the music and both your phones leaving them in the office.
Carefully he picked you up in his arms bridal style and carried you back to the bedroom. Placing you back under the covers, he tucked you in then got ready in the bathroom. As he exited Froy stopped in the doorway staring at your beauty and wondering how he ever got so lucky to have you as his wife. Smiling he got into bed and cuddled up to you.
“I love you.” He whispered before drifting off into a peaceful sleep.
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