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✎ᝰ "best" morning of my life.

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It of course was so quiet as I awoke in my bed. My fiance, Henry was already sneaking from the bed side to the door in nothing but shorts. I pushed my brown hair out of my face, my eyes watching his movement as he stopped. I gave a bit of a giggle, watching as he shivered from the fall weather outside.
The window open and letting in a breeze.

"Really?" I watched his turn,.using my arm to hold myself up at an angle. "I was going to uh.. get us coffee?" Liar. I smirked, "come here you loser," I put my arms out as he slipped back and into my arms, digging his face deep into my shoulder. "We have another.." I paused, checking the silver wrist watch he gave me for the time. "Hon, we have another few hours. We have to get ready at 12. The wedding is at 5." I chuckled, holding his head with both my hands.

Rubbing my hands through his hair and his back, he was like a little puppy - acting all innocent. I sighed, "c'mon, your all prickly." He groaned, "fine." He got up, walking to the bathroom with some pajamas. Me on the other hand, stumbling from my bed with nothing but garments on. Sighing as I pulled my hair into nothing but a messy puff on my hair.

Walking to the kitchen of our little home, opening the top of our coffee machine - placing a classic coffee puck into it, pouring a mug of water in with it. Placing his favorite mug under the dispenser, closing the top and pressing the 'start' button. Yawning as I grabbed a cook book, placing it on the marble countertop. "Ah?" I noticed a vile of lipstick And lipstick smudges on the countertop. Looking at the label, it wasn't a brand I knew, or for my sake, used.

Picking it up, I walked to the bathroom as the coffee slowly poured itself into his snowman mug. I opened the door, looking at him while he shaved the stubble of his chin. "What's this, Henry." I lifted it up and crossing my arms, I gave him a teared expression. "No, no! It's nothing like that!" He waved his hands, placing his razor down. "It was supposed to be a birthday present for my mother!" He paused, looking at me concerned with what he knew I was thinking of.

"The smudges on my counter? Explain that." I looked stern in his eyes. "It uh, melted in my car.." he looked ashamed, "I tried to fit it on the counter, but Everytime I tried to clean it, it kept smudging so I just left it so it'd cool." He looked like a bigger puppy. I sighed, "Okay, I'm sorry hon." I leaned forwards, giving him a kiss and walking out.

I grumbled as I grabbed the sugar jar. This has been going on, well something has been going on. Scooping sugar into his coffee and stirring it in. I feel like even though he pretends to love me, there's something going on underneath.

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