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Jean woke to the feeling of lips against his neck, Jeremy’s stubble light enough to tickle instead of burn. He squirmed a bit, trying to bury his face in his pillow to catch a few more minutes of precious sleep. Of course, it was just Jean’s luck that Jeremy was a morning person.
Jeremy chuckled, close enough that Jean could feel the rumble through his chest. “You’re just grumpy because you haven’t had your coffee yet.”
“Did I say that out loud?”
Jeremy laughed, a full laugh this time. “Mmm...you must be really tired,” he said, nuzzling further into Jean’s neck to nuzzle at the soft hairs at the base of his neck, his arm tightening around Jean’s middle.
“I am,” Jean sighed, “My husband decided to keep me up all night.”
Jeremy caught hold of Jean’s hand, lifting it and pressing his lips to the spot where a ring now sat on his finger. “That was rude of him. Doesn’t he know you need your beauty sleep?”
“I’m fairly certain he doesn’t need sleep. He’s always so energetic. Like an overgrown puppy.”
“Maybe he just doesn’t want to miss a minute of getting to stare at his beautiful husband.”
Jean groaned and turned over in Jeremy’s arms. “You’re disgusting. I don’t know how you don’t have cavities from the way you speak.”
Jeremy ignored his comment and kissed him lazily, lulling Jean into a pleasant state of half-wakefulness. After a few minutes, he found himself laying on his back with Jeremy as a solid weight on top of him. A few years ago this position would have thrown him into a panic attack, but this was Jeremy, the man who had let Jean spew hateful vitriol at him for a year and a half and hadn’t blinked, the man who held his hand when Jean finally got a new tattoo over his 3 and let Jean squeeze so hard his hand was red for hours after. The man who saw Jean at his absolute worst and still thought that Jean was good enough to marry.
He came back to the feeling of Jeremy running his fingers through his hair. “Where’d you go?”
“Nowhere, mon cher,” Jean reassured. “I was just thinking that I’m happy.”
You wouldn’t think that being happy the morning after one’s wedding would be a big deal, but Jeremy’s grin was so bright Jean had to turn to look at the sunlight streaming in through the blinds. “I’m really happy too.”
They lay there in silence for a few more minutes before Jeremy snuck one more kiss to Jean’s wrist and rolled off him. Jean whined at the loss of his body heat, but Jeremy just said, “Our flight’s in a few hours. The sooner we get there, the sooner you can show me all of France. Including French coffee.”
Jean sat up and as he watched his husband stroll around their hotel room humming to himself, he thought that by some twist of fate, he was, for the first time in his life, incredibly lucky.