Forgive me, I'm so damn rusty with my writing at the moment but I wanted to try for you 🥹🫢🫂 @alittlesmartcookie
It's the early hours of the morning, when you finally give up on the thought of sleep, a defeated sigh leaving your lips. The sun was just peeking over the horizon, casting the world outside in pale hues of yellow, the edge of night still hugging the sky. As you shuffled your way to the kitchen, blanket draped over your shoulders, the sight that met your eyes had you stopping mid step.
Simon.
He was home much earlier than expected and his tall figure standing before you, sent a rush of warmth through your chest.
The sudden whistle from the kettle had you blinking, snapping out of the light daze you'd been sent into, from allowing your gaze to roam over his back, the tight fitted shirt hugging his form in just the right way.
"Si?" The nickname you'd given him slipped past your lips, tone soft and airy, as though to not disturb the peace of the moment. His head turned, gazing at you over his shoulder, whiskey coloured irises clashing with your own gaze. "Mornin' love." His voice was rough, edged with the kind of tired that signaled he hadn't rested in some time, much like yourself.
His attention was brought back to the kettle, which continued to sing loudly in protest, he was quick to remove from the stove and set down on the table. It was a simple home you'd both created together, ensuring comfort over anything flashy, but it was perfect for the two of you. Two cups, accompanied with a bottle of fresh milk, and the sugar pot were placed upon the tables' wooden surface next before Simon pulled out a chair, gesturing for you to sit.
Bare feet padded across the floorboards as you slipped passed him, taking the offered seat. Bringing your hands up to readjust the blanket which had begun to slip from your shoulders, you felt the warmth off another pair resting atop your own, causing your head to tilt backwards, gazing up at the man behind you. The corner of his mouth curled up, the edges of a smile you'd fallen for, one that was reserved just for you, upon his lips. "Can't sleep?" He asked softly, eyes never leaving yours for a moment. You shook your head slightly, head still tilted back, now resting against his abdomen. "Let's have some tea, then perhaps I can tire you out after. That sound good, sweetheart?"
