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Michelle woke up early in the morning, the sun filtered through the window and past the cream-colored curtains. The sun cast across Jason's face, pale light meeting pale skin and hair.
She smiled softly at the sight of him; it was always nice waking up to see Jason. She felt warmer as her hand absentmindedly traced the man's face, his lips quirking into a tiny frown before softening back up and leaning into her hand.
"Mornin'..." he grumbled.
"Morning, sleepyhead," she smiled. "You hungry?"
"Mhmm..." Jason opened his eyes, the hazel color having its golden flecks more pronounced in the morning sun. There was a light in his eyes that was always there when he looked at her - soft and sweet. So much like the guy they were attached to.
"Good, wanna make a breakfast run?"
He chuckled, morning voice making the sound deeper than usual, "sure. McDonalds or Burger King?"
She watched him sit up and stretch, "Burger King, I'm in the mood for French toast sticks."
"Sweet tea too?"
"Mhm."
Jason nodded and leaned over to Michelle, gently pressing his lips against her forehead. "Rest up, okay? I don't want you pulling your stitches."
She tilted her head upwards, her warm smile growing, "sounds like I'm getting breakfast in bed."
Jason snorted lightly, "yes you are."
It was 9:30am on a Saturday and Jason Wylie was driving back from Burger King with two large drinks and a bag of breakfast goodies.
He pulled into Michelle's driveway, there was mail in the mailbox so before he grabbed the bag and drinks, he grabbed the mail. Obviously, he didn't look through it - that's a federal crime, but one of the envelopes looked like a wedding invitation.
Gee, wonder who it's from.
He opened the door, balancing everything like a server balancing multiple plates at once, and made his way to the bedroom. "V, I'm home!" he called as he set everything down.
After a minute of getting everything situated, he took a plate with Michelle's food to her bedroom door. He moved the cup between his chest and elbow as he opened it and entered, Michelle was relaxing and watching the TV he so desperately asked her to get for her bedroom. "Heyyy, good morning, sweetheart."
She smiled at him as he set the plate and cup down on her nightstand, "hey. Was it busy?"
"Very," he glanced at the show she was watching - Psych, a good pick on her end, in his humble opinion. He turned around and was about to leave when she grabbed his hand lightly, giving it a gentle squeeze.
"Hey, can't I get another kiss?"
He smiled lightly at her, the request sending a swarm of butterflies through his stomach, "you'll get one in a minute, I'll be right back."
She laughed and let him go, but not before giving a mock pout just to mess with him. "Fine, I s'pose that's alright."
He came back a minute later with his food, drink, and her mail - the envelope specifically. He settled in beside her, close enough for her to be able to rest her head on his shoulder if she chose. She took a sip of her tea and looked down at the wedding invitation, "what's that?"
"Your mail, I didn't open it. Pretty sure it's an invitation to Jane and Lisbon's wedding."
She plucked the envelope out of his hand and opened it, and of course he was correct. "Ooh, it's near a lake."
"Fun, fun."
She looked over at him, him taking a bite of his breakfast sandwich, "would you like to be my plus one?"
He smiled back, his hand sliding into hers. "Always."
"Good," she leaned in slightly, leaving room for him to pull away - which he didn't. Their lips connected into a soft kiss, kind and sweet from syrup and tea.
"Love you," he whispered.
"I love you too, Coyote."