Reality Is Stranger Than Fiction

Marry Me (Train)

Morning comes all too quickly to you. Wrapped up in Ford's arms finally in your own bed, safe in your home. You can tell he's exhausted, soft snores still filling the room as you shift in bed. His head's resting on your chest snuggled up to your side. You can't really move or get up, not that you'd want to. He looks so peaceful, the gentle rise and fall of his chest against yours.

Orbits at the foot of your bed curled up with a few sheets balled around them. You can tell it's at least past nine from the way the sun shines into the room from behind the blinds. The house is quiet, you're not exactly sure why, but you can't hear the twins or Stan. You're completely alone. Your fingers card through Ford's hair, gently brushing it away from his face. His nose wrinkles as he stops snoring, trying to curl closer to you.

"Morning sleepyhead," you whisper softly, watching as he rubs his eye with his fist.

"What time is it?" he hums, tilting his head up to smile at you.

"I'd say it's still morning. You want to stay here, or should we make some breakfast?"

"I don't know about you, but I need a shower. I smell like hospital and sweat."

"Want me to make breakfast then? I showered before we picked you up yesterday."

"If you wouldn't mind."

"I don't. Just don't fall down in the shower, okay?" You lean down, pressing a kiss to his forehead as he slowly starts to sit up, letting you stand up from the bed.

"I'm not that old. I'll be fine," he chuckles as you pull on some loose-fitting clothes. Orbit hops down from the bed, circling your feet.

"No, but you're still healing from surgery. Don't push yourself too hard," you remind him before turning your attention to the Plaidypus at your feet; "Okay, okay I'll feed you. Come on."

Your laughter sounds through the house as Orbit follows you down the stairs, circling your feet as you make your way to the kitchen. On the front of the fridge, you find a note addressed to you and Stanford: Taking the kids out fishing. Have fun.. Your smile widens as you open the fridge for Orbit's food, you'd have the whole day to yourself and whatever the three of them caught for dinner. You'll have to remember to thank Stanely when he gets back.

For now, you set down Orbit's bowl with their breakfast and get to work on making breakfast. You decide to do eggs and toast, not feeling awake enough to make anything complicated. Carefully you crack four eggs into the pan, pushing the toast into the toaster, and scavenging the fridge for a spare sausage to cut up and add.

As you're staring out the window behind the stove, letting the eggs cook, you feel arms wrap around your waist, pulling you flush against Ford's chest. A giggle leaves your lips as you twist your torso to kiss the side of his jaw. You can tell he shaved as well, the stubble now gone from his face. His hair's in every direction, giving him the impression of a pom-pom.

"Eggs and toast. Simple, yet delicious," he hums, resting his face in the crook of your neck.

"Stan took the kids fishing, so we're free to do whatever we want -" you feel something nudge your foot, reminding you of the plaidypus - "as long as Orbit allows it."

"Aren't we lucky," Ford chuckles, kissing the side of your neck gently.

"Very," you agree, flipping the eggs in the pan. "Anything you'd like to do today?"

"How about some reading? We barely get any of that done these days and we have a whole library," Ford proposes, letting go of you as the toast pops. He takes a piece out, spreading butter across it for you.