Summary: A small story in which you wake up next to the love of your life.
Words: 505
Tags/Warnings: Fluff, swearing (nobody is surprised), just very domestic mornings
A/N: Recently rewatched house of 1000 corpses and as always I fall in love with Baby every single time.
So as a gift to myself, a very self indulgent and out of nowhere small fic.
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The tips of your fingers softly brushed against her cheek, dusted pink from sleep. Her hair was soft under your fingers as you pushed it away from her face, her eyelashes fluttering against her cheeks, but her eyes remained closed.
The house was silent. Not yet woken up into a loud bustle of Otis and Hugo’s usual grumbled bickering, Mrs. Firefly had not yet shuffled down the halls and down the creaky stairs towards the kitchen. Not even RJ had gotten up yet, which kind of surprised you knowing that he was quite the morning person.
No, you were allowed to bask in the silence, nothing but the sound of wind blowing around the corner of the house making the shutters rattle, and the soft breathing of Baby. Outside the window you could hear the sound of a bird singing, greeting the sunrise with its beautiful chirps.
You felt her fingers flex against your waist and pull you closer, a small tired hum coming from the back of her throat.
“What’re you doin’ awake?” She whispered softly, not opening her eyes.
“Couldn’t fall back asleep.” You respond in an equally quiet voice, “How could I when you’re layin’ right next to me?”
Baby cracks her eyes open and grins, “Oh, shut up.” She chuckles, shoving your shoulder.
“Ow! It’s true! You’re a stone-cold fox, Baby.” You catch her hand before you can playfully shove you once more, bringing it to your chest.
“You’re such a fuckin’ suck-up.” She giggles, pushing you onto your back and throwing her leg over your waist, effectively pinning you down by your wrists.
All you could do was smile up at her, your heart fluttering inside your chest.
It was times like this where you wished you could freeze time, preserve the moment and bask in it forever. The soft caress of her fingers against your wrists, trailing to your neck, bringing you forward in a kiss that felt like heaven.
Your love for Baby was indescribable, you would do anything for her, and she would do anything for you. An unstoppable duo in an endless world, with a family who was there to accept you when nobody else would.
Deep inside the house you could hear the beginnings of the residents waking up, leaving Baby to sigh and roll her eyes, probably wishing the same as you. She slumped against you, her head resting on your shoulder and her lips trailing along your neck to your jaw.
“BABY!” Mrs. Firefly yells from outside the door, banging her fist on the door before roughly opening it, “Will you come down here and help RJ, please Baby?” She smiles sweetly, “You too sweetheart. Come on!”
“Alright, alright! *Jeez*.” Baby groans, rolling her eyes as she sits back up, settling back on your upper thighs.
“Well, seems like our morning is over.” You chuckle, sitting up so you’re level with her. You pull her forward in a soft kiss, pulling away and saying “We should go before your mama flips her wig.”
