Another Life With You - Nacho Varga
Nacho Varga Au
small drablle
concept: a version where Nacho is just a mechanic, you two are married and expecting. Waking up and having a slow morning with him.
warnings: happy nacho (also your girl isn't really a writer I just don't want to keep daydreaming and want to get it out on "paper")
The morning was crisp, with golden sunlight filtering through the cream sheer curtains that drifted up and down. You and Nacho lay close in the creased cotton sheets, his muscular arm wrapped across your body, his hand spread gently over your swollen belly.
Since the maternity leave most morning where like this...especially since Nacho's father, Manuel, insisted Nacho to have shorter work days to take care of the two of you.
Slowly but shortly Nacho started to wake, his breath gradually deepening as the scent of your freshly washed hair filled his nose. How he deeply loved that smell. He raised his head just enough to see you beside him still asleep and content. Like every morning you are still in that peaceful slumber. He reluctantly got himself from the warmth of the covers and as his bare feet met the chilly floorboards.
He slipped out of the room into the kitchen, the earthy scent of potting mix greeted him. The simplicity of that smell caused a faint smile as he thought of the memory of you yesterday getting your hands dirty and knitting your brows in concentration over repotting some plants. Your devotion to those fragile lives, the way you nurtured each plant only deepened his feelings for you. It replicated the way you had always treated him, looked out for him. That gentle patience of yours had always pulled him closer, like roots seeking water.
After some time had pass, he heard you. Your little uneven pats across the floor as your feet hit the wooden Burch bellow. With your pregnancy you had started to waddle and sway a little more with your walk. Your sleepy expression melted away as soon as you saw him.
Nacho stirred the tea with the spoon, watching amber liquid form perfect circles that rippled against the ceramic rim. The steam carried hints of sweet tea and he felt your hands slide around his waist from behind. Your fingertips gently pressing through his white t-shirt, melting him from his thoughts with the tender pressure of your embrace.
"Come back to bed," you murmured, the words muffled against the fabric of his shirt. His lips turned upwards into a faint smile before his quiet voice drifted down to you: "If I do that, who’s going to make sure your morning tea is waiting for you?"
Your cheek remained pressed against his shirt, inhaling the his scent that clung to him. "Tea can wait, relaxing with you comes first".
Nacho turns his attention to you, engulfing you with his muscular arms. "Let's go back to bed then mi amor" he whispered against your hairline, his lips found the soft skin of your forehead.
Steam from the tea eventually stopped rising from the cup. Together in the bedroom in the comfort of the sheets, the kitchen had been forgotten.
dividers credit: @issysh3ll