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After Lucy’s shift ends, she heads home. Tim is already home on the couch, watching the TV with a beer in hand. He turns his head at the sound of her keys in the lock, and as she opens the door, a sense of calm washes over her, as Tim’s presence has always done. As she walks in, she pushes her shoes off and sets her bag by the door. Tim can sense the stress radiating off of her.
“Stressful day?” he asks, muting the TV and placing his beer on a coaster on the coffee table.
Lucy lets out a deep sigh and rubs her forehead and eyes, trying to soothe the stress radiating off of her, seeing as he could sense it. “Yeah…” she responds, looking to the floor beneath her before lifting her head so her eyes are on his.
Tim can see the exhaustion in her eyes. “Come here,” he says, giving her a gentle smile and softly patting the cushion next to him. She can’t help it; her lips automatically curl up, and her eyes close because this man is simply the cutest human being ever.
Slowly, she walks over, truthfully she’s exhausted and her whole body hurting. As she gets to the couch, she sits down a little further from him and angles herself before letting her head rest on his lap and looking up at him.
Tim can’t help but have the biggest smile on his face when he sees her lay her head on his lap. Instinctively, his hand meets her hair, and he lays his other hand on top of her intertwined hands, resting on her stomach. He strokes her head, simply because he likes to play with her hair and knows it soothes her.
“Hey, honey,” he says, gazing deeply into her mesmerizing honey brown eyes. She looks up at him so intensely that he can see his reflection in hers.
“Hey,” she says, closing her eyes shortly and smiling softly.
“Are you okay?” he tilts his head, as if he’s reading her now.
She doesn’t answer right away; she just looks up at him, his soft, gentle self looking at her. She wonders,
‘What did I do to deserve this man?
She genuinely couldn’t ask for a better person. He understood her more than she understood herself and could read her mind as if it were his own.
“Yeah, I will be.” She blinked slowly, still giving him a soft smile.
“I have dinner ready for you.” He said, his eyes slightly moving to her hair as he continued to stroke it and rub his thumb over her fingers.
Lucy closed her eyes and let out a soft sigh.
This man knew her too well, and truthfully, that was one of many reasons she loved him.
She opened her eyes once more to meet his blue gaze. “You know me so well.”
“Too well.”
“Come on, let’s get some food into you so you can get to bed.” He said, removing his hand from her hair so he could help her get up.
She didn’t move, and before he could move his hand to the back of her head to lift her, she said, “Not right now. I’m too comfortable to move or do anything.”
Tim chuckled a little because he should’ve known that was coming. “Okay, a few more minutes than we move.” As he moved his hand back to be intertwined with her hair.
He saw her slowly close her eyes again and knew where it was going. He shook his head a little. He knew she was exhausted and just wanted to sleep. So, he just let her. He knew she needed it.
He let a few minutes go by.
More like 30.
And he knew she was going to be out for the night. So, he carefully moved her head up and turned to pick her up in one swift movement to carry her to the bedroom. She instantly curled into him as he carried her, and she was barely awake now as he gently put her down on the sheets.
“Baby, you need to get dressed for bed.” He said, as he was crouched down to the bed so he was eye level with her.
“Mmmm,” was the only noise he was getting out of her at all tonight. He knew she hated sleeping in her street clothes, so he took on the task of helping her—well, doing the work for her. He had done it a few times before, even in the beginning of their relationship (with her permission, of course), because she was too out of it to do so herself.
he strips her down to her underwear and bra before heading over to his drawers to get one of his shirts to put on her and he knows that it will end up becoming hers as all of his clothes do… eventually
but he wouldn’t have it any other way
As he heads back over to her, she is still in the same position and, if not more deep into her sleep, so he carefully moves her to pull the shirt over her head and gently moves her arms to go through the holes. When he finally gets it on her, he pulls the covers over her and places a kiss on her forehead before heading back to the kitchen to put the food away for her tomorrow. He knows she’s going to be hungry in the morning since she was too tired to eat tonight.
As he heads back to the room after putting the food in the fridge, he notices that she’s half on his side. He knows she wants him there because that’s usually where he is so she can lie on him. Before he can get in, he changes, then slips in. She immediately goes to lay her head on his chest, and he plants other kisses on her head. He lays his hand over her waist and looks down at her peacefully asleep. He just watches her for a couple of minutes, thinking.
‘What did I do to deserve this girl?’
Before he knew it, he had fallen asleep himself.