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“Can I get you anything?”
Morgan was half awake when Alex asked the question, which might be why they got an actual answer and not a deflection.
“Th’stars.”
Alex paused in running their fingers through their spouse’s hair. “Hmm?”
“You promis’d me the stars,” Morgan mumbled, face mostly buried in a pillow. “I wan’ th’stars.”
Alex leaned down and gently brushed a kiss to their brow. “Whatever you want, my love.”
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“Alex? Why is there a jar of lightning bugs on our bedside table?”
Oh, well Morgan was awake now.
Alex pretended like they didn’t hear the question for a moment. “Good morning,” They hummed, leaning in and kissing the small amount of space in between Morgan’s nose and upper lip. “How are you feeling?”
“Sore,” Morgan said, clearly not willing to dance around the question. “Alex. Lightning bugs?”
“They’re actually not lightning bugs,” Alex said.
“If you’re about to correct me and call them fireflies—”
“They’re the stars.”
A pause.
“What do you mean, they’re the stars?!”
“You wanted the stars,” Alex said softly, running a hand from Morgan’s head all the way down their side and rubbing gently. “You never ask for things. So I got you the stars.”
Morgan looked like they wanted to argue for a moment, before the gravity of it all seemed to hit them, and they leaned forward and kissed Alex. “I love you.”
Alex smiled softly into the kiss. “I love you more.”