Just Rose

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When she awoke next morning, the memories of their night flooded back, causing a huge wave of elation and a smile to break over her face. She sat up with a start and planted a kiss on his cheek excitedly. All the vigor and energy of an excited child on Christmas morning.

'You asked me to marry you!' She declared in a bright cheerful voice, to no one in particular.

'I did!' Came the mumble from the pillow beside her; still half asleep, his eyes firmly closed and obviously unwilling to open. His body laid out in its normal pose and looking lifeless. She slid out of bed, pulling on a robe and almost danced into the kitchen, humming to herself loudly as she went.

Filling the kettle, clattering cups noisily and noting the sun was coming out and hinting at a beautiful day. The birds already singing. She was buzzing with life and energy, whipping open the blinds to let the early light beam in.

Rob staggered through moments later, eyes half shut and rubbing them childishly. His naked torso looking tanned and firm with jeans lazily pulled on, the waist still unbuttoned. The scattering of hair across his chest and snaking down below the denim like an invite. His normally cropped and styled hair looking a tad bed ruffled and sexy along with morning stubble.

'If this is a wake-up call to go get your ring then I'm not going anywhere until I've had coffee.' He groaned huskily, almost staggering to the kitchen table.

She spun around, planting a kiss on his mouth in passing as she headed to the fridge and ran a hand across his abdomen, making him flinch as it tickled. She laughed lightly, aware of how boyish and fragile he seemed today.

'Nope. I just woke up wide awake and happy. Wonder why?' She giggled merrily.

'It has to be a woman thing.' He groaned, grinning her way and reaching for the nearby chair, sliding in before planting his arms and face on the table. 'What time even is it?'

She watched him stifle a yawn with his fist and ruffled his black hair on passing, back to the counter. Her mood infectious.

'It's six am.' The kettle clicked, drawing her focus back to her task.

'Jesus Rose!' Another yawn. 'You realise I've had about four hours sleep if even that.' She had to admit he did look utterly exhausted.

'Go back to bed then, I didn't tell you to get up.' She smiled while pouring the water into the mugs.

'You're going to be the death of me, woman! I doubt I'll get much sleep with you Snow Whiting it around the kitchen.' He sounded grumpy, but he was watching her with a smile on that gorgeous face and resting his chin in the crook of his elbow.

'Snow what'ing it?' She frowned and slid a mug in front of him.

'You're seconds away from dancing in the flower beds and talking to birds. Your mum was onto something when she called you a princess.' He sat up wearily and gratefully took a gulp of the hot liquid, grimacing and laying his head back down.