Bridgerton Imagines

Early Morning Cuddles // A.B. [BLURB]

There hadn't been much time for the two of you since saying 'I do' three weeks ago. You had both decided to forgo the traditional honeymoon; choosing to stay in London for the rest of the season before departing England for Europe for the winter months. Instead, the newly wed couple was the demand of every party, every ball, every supper.

It was quickly growing exhausting; the late nights combined with the early mornings.

"Good Morning, my love," A hoarse, tender voice sounds in your ear. Slight pressure against your neck has you humming in reply, stretching your limbs.

"Good Morning," You answer, blinking your eyes open to find Anthony watching you with an indulgent, loving smile on his face. "How are you this happy this early?" You ask, a playful frown on your face.

"Because I get to wake up next to the love of my life every day," He answers, gathering you in his arms for a quick squeeze before letting you go.

"Do we have to visit Lady Emberwood today?" You groan, pulling the pillow over your face.

Anthony chuckles, removing the pillow to gaze down at you. "I'm afraid we do," He grimaces, "We did promise her."

"But I want to spend the day with my husband," You whine dramatically, much to the amusement of Anthony.

"You get to do that anyway," Anthony reminds you happily.

"That isn't what I mean and you know it," You argue, pouting.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean I want a day to ourselves, where we don't leave our bed if we don't have to. I adore your family, Anthony, and I love our friends but if I have to do one more fancy afternoon tea, I might cry."

"Well we wouldn't want that now, would we?" Anthony laughs, shuffling closer to you on the bed. "What would we do if we cancelled our plans?"

"Cuddle me!" You shout, "I want a day in bed with my husband. Breakfast in bed, lunch in bed. Let's cancel everything and spend the day together."

"When you phrase it like that..." Anthony trails off, his gaze dragging up and down your bed as salacious ideas begin to get the better of him. "Let me send a missive to Lady Emberwood, I'm sure she'll understand."

"Thank you," You breathe, tackling your husband further into the covers of your large bed. Anthony laughs as his arms tighten around your waist, keeping your pressed tight against him. His lips seeks yours in the mass of downy covers; he laughs against your mouth, happy for the direction his day seems to be taking him.