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Sunlight filters through the window lazily, shedding light onto the tangle of limbs that was you and Ajax.
He sighs, pulling you into his chest. “Morning,” he says, before pressing his lips to your forehead.
“Morning,” you mumble. You don’t care what time it reads on the clock, it still feels like it’s way too early to get out of bed.
Ajax is a morning person. You don’t understand how, but all you know is that he always seems fully awake and functioning in the early hours of the morning.
He leans his chin on your head. “Want to sleep in some more?” You can hear the smile in his voice. As you hum in reply, he runs a hand along your back gently, his touch feather-light - but comforting.
The two of you lie there for several minutes, in comfortable silence. The birds chirp outside, and you can hear the bell of the mailman’s bicycle as he passes by. The world seems so peaceful.
You wish you could freeze time, and stay there in your lover’s arms forever.
“You know,” Ajax starts gently, “back at home… I’d always be the first one up, somehow. everyone else slept in, while I was awake all by myself. So... I cooked for them - I didn’t mind though, because the look on everyone’s faces after they woke up in the cold mornings to breakfast always made it worth it,” He lets out a small laugh, reminiscing.
That’s cute, you think. You look up at him, “What about making breakfast for me?” You joke.
He laughs, then pauses. “Hmm,” he hums, before breaking into a smile. It's golden - the sun lights up his face, and he looks like he’s glowing. “You know what? maybe I will, just because you asked”
“Wait, you don’t have to! I was just-”
“It’s okay,” He kisses your forehead, before he lifts himself out of the bed. “I want to. I guess you’re my home now, too,”
He leaves the room, his hair still a mess. Not too soon after, you hear pots and pans being shuffled, him humming, and the stove being lit up.
You lie there, basking in the warm sunlight as it creeps up your skin, dwelling on ajax’s words.
He was your home, too.