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He was back after months of being away, and you slept so peacefully that night with him that you barely moved. Cuddling close and whispering in the dark for hours, you felt more in love than ever, pressing your hand into his cheek to kiss him between words.
The sun woke you slowly, dancing against your eyelids. Opening your eyes a little at a time, you stretched and yawned, turning to find Timothée still asleep. Beaming, you kissed his forehead and carefully got out of bed to brush your teeth and use the bathroom. Returning, you found him on his back with his eyes open, looking at the ceiling.
“Did I wake you?”
He turned to face you, smiling and biting his lip. “I sensed you weren’t there.”
“I love you.”
“I love you. Come back here.”
Crawling into bed with him, you snuggled close and closed your eyes again, feeling serene and safe. He pressed his body against you with a sense of desperation after being away for so long. You moved your hand gently up and down his side, kissing his nose.
“Did you sleep well?” He wanted to know.
“Barely moved. Did you?”
“Yes. Really well for the first time in a long time.”
“Good, my love.”
You rested together in the silence for a time before deciding to rise and make some coffee, the both of you stretching again and moving to change. He pulled on a comfortable t-shirt and some sweats, and you got cozy in a pair of leggings he had bought you and an old high school shirt of his. Glowing, he pulled you close again.
“I love when you wear my clothes.”
“Me too, baby. It’s my favorite.”
“Let’s go have something to eat and some coffee.”
Taking his hand, you moved into the kitchen and began to prepare everything as he made his way to the record player in the corner to pick something to start the day with. You recognized one of your older favorites by The Flamingos, singing along happily as he joined you.
“I love seeing you so happy,” Tim commented, hoisting himself onto the counter.
You put some bacon into a pan, turning the heat up and waiting for it to begin to sizzle. He swung his legs awkwardly back and forth as he watched with adoration.
“Whatcha lookin’ at, mister?”
“My beautiful love.”
“C’mere.”
He hopped off the counter and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you close and dancing along to the music with you. Your hands slipped around his neck, the both of you singing to one another, pure joy radiating in all directions.
When the song was over, you giggled and kissed him lightly on the lips before returning to breakfast, cracking some eggs and getting them ready to scramble. Timmy stood behind you with his hands on your hips, humming and resting the side of his head against yours.
“This is bliss,” he whispered, his fingers slipping under the t-shirt to rest on your bare skin.
“It really is.”
“Want to go to the park today?”
“We’d get mobbed.”
“We can do a carriage ride or something, hopefully people will let us be.”
“I’d love that, sweets.”
Beaming, he kissed the side of your neck and moved to check on the coffee. Swaying back and forth, shaking your behind more for his benefit than anything, you smirked when you heard him sigh and clear his throat.
“Don’t get me going, mon ange.”
“Why not?”
“You’re so tempting.”
“When we’re done with breakfast, I’ll show you how tempting I can be.”
“Is that a promise, gorgeous girl?”
“God yeah.”