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Neuvilette woke up feeling extra groggy and heavy. Fast movement of any kind made his head spin and all he could do was fall back into the bed he was laying in and wait for whatever the hell was going on to pass.
Something heavy and warm was wrapped around his hand and he stared long and hard at it, before he realized it was a hand. Eyes trailed up the arm that was attached to it, landing on a broad chest that if he had been sober, would’ve made him blush with how intensely he felt he was staring.
A noise pulled him away from the chest and his eyes went wide as they landed on the most handsomest man he had ever seen. He had dark brown hair, which was peppered with gray and the bluest eyes he had ever seen.
The man smiled softly at him, letting go of his hand and reaching up to cup his cheek, “Hey there,” he greeted, rubbing his cheek with his thumb.
Neuvilette knew his cheeks were red, as his entire face felt warm, at least as warm as it could with the drugs coursing through him, “Hi,” he responded, his eyes going wide.
“My husband, he won’t like you touching me like this,” he placed his hand over the man’s.
The man chuckled, his face cast down as he tried to control his laughter, as if what Neuvilette said was the funniest thing he had heard in his entire life. He looked up after a few moments, his eyes shiny with mirth, “I am your husband, Neuvi,” he responded.
Neuvilette’s eyes went wide again, his dropping into his stomach and the monitors around him beeping like it was the end of the world.
“You’re my husband??” he asked, unbelieving as he stared at the man.
“Mhm, I’m your husband, Wriothesley,”
“I’m so lucky,” Neuvilette breathed out, his eyes shining brightly, as Wriothesley laughed.
“Yes, yes you are,” he leaned down and kissed Neuvilette’s forehead.