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You fell asleep with your face covered under the piles of blankets like a little hedge hog who was hibernating for the winter. Manga sprawled on the bedroom floor next to an empty bowl of some pasta that was made for lunch. Someone was not going to be happy the dish was left abandoned on the ground. At least it was wiped clean since you had a nice chunk of bread with it for the sauce.
The bedroom door opens and in comes its other owner.
Thatch notices the small bump under the cozy pile and sees it ever so slightly rise and fall with a familiar rhythm, he chuckles to himself shaking his head at his silly wife’s position. ‘How is she able to breathe?’ he thought to himself crouching down to give the lump a gentle poke to see if you stir.
Nothing.
Rise and fall.
Rise and fall.
He gently peels back the blankets trying to find your face amongst the layers and finally gets a glimpse of your cute pouty sleeping face with a small crease in your brow. You must be having a hard time in your dream, he imagined, making his lips curl into a soft smile with his cheeks warming up and his eyes crinkling. The thought of squishing your cheeks between his index finger and thumb then leaning in and smooching your pouting lip crossed his mind. He decided against it though, not wanting to interrupt your peaceful slumber. You just looked too darn cute to him. Of course he’d struggle to keep himself in check.
He shapes the blankets with a small opening like a cave to give you a breathing hole and lets out a soft content hum taking in your features that resemble a sleeping teddy bear. His chin rests on his hand while he’s adoring you in this intimate domestic moment. His eyes rove from your lashes to your plump little cheeks then flicking down to your puffy lips, he stays there for a couple minutes before he decides to risk waking you and leans in to give your lips a tiny peck. Smch. He’d figure if he did wake you he’d just make it up to you by making you your favorite dinner for tonight.
‘I could also make her some dessert…that’d justify this, yeah,’ he thought with a slight head tilt.
Gently brushing a stray strand of hair from your face his voice came out like a soft hug “just one more, honey. Hope you don't mind…” he leans in once more being very careful not to dip the bed too much only to freeze when he hears movement under the blankets. Your arm shoots out and wraps around his head like you would to your other pillows and bring him in to cuddle, leaving most of your blankets to fall on the other side of the bed to accommodate this large pillow.
His face is squished against your chest while yours is resting (smooshing) on top of his hair. Your leg is draped over his torso as best as it can since he was a giant compared to you then settled back into your new position with another sleepy mumble.
‘Ah, damn.’
He tried thinking of a way to unlatch you from his body while keeping you asleep but eventually his nerves stopped firing and he started to relax after catching the sound of your heartbeat in his ear. He lets out a deep exhale from his nose and allows his face to sink into your soft flesh, hoping he's not restricting your breathing. Deciding to change his plan of action he kicks his shoes off and slithers his arm over your waist and easily reaches your back to give it some relaxing scribbles.
The room warms into a cozy glow and rocks with the swaying waves of the sea providing the perfect combo to make anyone fall asleep in their room. He can see why you drifted off the way you did and decided to nap with you. Not that he really had a choice either.
Usually, he'd want to have you in his arms cuddled up to him but since you beat him to dream land, he settled on being the cuddled one. Not that he minds really, your chest is soft, skin warm, and you're mumbling so cutely in your sleep he's wondering what you're dreaming about right now.
Eventually, the only sound in the room are your two soft snores and low rhythmic breathing….both of you asleep in each other's arms.
The end.