𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐖𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝐈𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬

Good Morning Kiss | F.W. x Reader

You could get used to mornings like this.

Mornings wherein Fred's arm was wrapped around your waist, trapping you in his embrace.

You looked down at the silver band that was wrapped around your ring finger, shining under the sunlight that strayed into your room.

Mrs. Fred Weasley. You could really get used to that.

You turned on your side to look at your husband, who was still fast asleep.

You carefully ran a hand through his hair, messing it up even further.

Your mind then wandered to last night's events – which were the cause of your soreness right now.

You propped yourself up on your elbows, contemplating on whether you should kiss him or not.

Part of you couldn't help but think that this is all a dream. A dream where all of your teenage fantasies were lived out. A dream you never wanted to wake up from.

But this wasn't a dream.

You had no idea as to why you were hesitating to give him a kiss – when you were dating, he was ever so often waking you up with kisses.

"Freddie," you groaned, feeling his lips being pressed to your face multiple times, "it's too early."

You heard him chuckle, a cheeky smirk evident in his voice, "It's never too early to be giving you kisses."

You pulled the blanket over your head, "Well, now is too early."

Your stubborn boyfriend pulled the blanket back down, pressing another plethora of kisses all over your face, "Come on princess, where's my good morning kiss?"

"Fine." You said, sitting and facing your grinning boyfriend, "But just because you're cute."

You leaned forward a bit, his face mere centimeters away from yours.

You were about to pull away when Fred suddenly mumbled, "Well, if you won't do it. I will."

He caused you to jump then started laughing as you smacked his arm, "I'm trying to kiss you then you repay me by giving me a heart attack?"

Your husband laughed even harder, "I'm sorry. You were taking so long to kiss me."

You rolled your eyes at him, "Now that you're being so cheeky. I might not give you one."

Fred lunged forward and grabbed your arm before you could stand up and leave the room, "Come on Mrs. Fred Weasley, where's my good morning kiss?"

You smiled, pressing a kiss to his lips, "Fine, but just because you're cute."