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Moody

Taylor pov

When I woke up I heard small footsteps in the kitchen downstairs. I quickly assumed it was y/n because she wasn't occupying her usual space next to me anymore. I looked around the room room her her noticed the bright sunlight peaking through the window and landing on my bare back; which was covered halfway by the white fluffy comforter. I felt exhausted following last night's events, along with the light scratches scattering my back. My eyes fell heavy and my muscles felt like they've been stretched across miles.

I groaned at the fact I had to get up before groggily sitting up, stretching out my arms in the process. I took a short shower after I felt awake enough for one, later making sure my hair was fully dried. As I didn't care much for overdoing it today, I lazily put on a cropped knit cardigan and some light wash skinny jeans. As I walked down the stairs, Oliva softly brushed up against my legs, "Aw dibbles, you wanna go see y/n?", I cooed when I picked up the fluffy cat.

Once in the kitchen, I saw y/n walking around the counter space making a clearly elaborate breakfast. "Goodmorning babygirl", I greated, While she was bustling around I slapped her ass, which she normally reacted to by chasing me until she snapped mine back, but this time she just ignored me. I frowned and carefully grabbed her waist from behind, restricting her from moving around any longer. "I said Goodmorning", I said in a sweet tone, "uh huh", she plainly responded before pushing my hands away.

I stood there confused, "you sleep well?", I asked her, attempting at a conversation. She just sharply sighed, "yup", she said in yet another rude tone, "you sure?", I chuckled. "I don't feel like dealing with this, this early in the morning", she finally told me. "Oh....well, what are you making then?", I tried to lighten the mood. "Breakfast", she answered, not facing me.

Later that day, I sat next to her while she was watching her favorite show. "Baby wanna cuddle?", I had to ask since she wouldn't come over herself, "nah", she said and shook her head. "Okay", I said and had to awkwardly sit next to her while I watched a show I didn't exactly favor. There came on a steamy scene between two women, which would normally either make us laugh or horny, in this case we were neither laughing or horny.

"Alright, I'm going to the music room. But feel free to join", I offered before walking out of the living room. I wonder what her issue was? Was it something I did? I questioned everything I did prior and nothing negative came up. I just pulled out my guitar and started tuning strings and finding my lost guitar pick.

After only minutes if this, one of the double doors opened and there appeared y/n. She looked sorry, but still stayed completely silent. She walked up to me and took my guitar to place it next to me, then climbed into my lap. "Sorry I was being mean earlier", she sniffled into my shoulder. I just giggled, "it's okay, princess", I told her back. "No its not", she said. I guess she's just feeling extra capricious today. "It is, I promise. Now, wanna cuddle?", I asked again. She quickly nodded against my shoulder so I picked her up in that same position and walked us to our bedroom. She cuddled up to me, her body practically laid atop of mine which put her immediately into a state of deep sleep. Her head was resting on my chest and so were her hands. She looked so cute; lips slightly parted, hair messy, her eyes peacefully closed, occasionally pushing herself further into my body.