You sat on your and Paul's shared bed, staring off into the distance as you contemplated your options. On one side you could obey his wishes of you staying in your room while Paul trains even though it's 11pm.
OR
You leave.
As simple as that and before you knew it your legs were walking to the door and your hand turning the knob. You peaked your head around the corner, not bothering to look behind you since you knew your and Paul's room was all the way at the end of the hall. You looked back at you room before waving your hand, the room's light flicking off.
As you roamed the halls you couldn't help but stare out the windows, the moonlight was gorgeous as it danced on the treetops and distant lake. It was like a picture frame, perfectly still despite the cold, faint breeze you felt on your face as your night gown swayed slightly.
You admired the view for a little more before you gently opened the door to the garden, your garden.
You walked along the pond, careful to not get your dress wet as you admired the garden. Off in the distance you could see your favourite reading spot, the middle gazebo of three. The white gazebo contrasted beautifully beside the red, orange and yellow roses which grew around it. Vines adorned the roof, giving a rustic, over-run look which you loved of course.
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The whirring sound of the pond put you at ease, but you couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. The gazebo wasn't just a gazebo, it was a safe place, for you, it was bigger than it seemed. It had a little kitchen space and a bed at the back, it was like a little home - inside the gazebo was adorned with fairy lights, a wall - shelved to the brim with books, pillows and a comfy throw on the window seat. A vinyl collection and a record player with a little tech to the side.
You walked to your gazebo, gently pushing open the half wood-glass hybrid door, the top being made up of glass majorly while the bottom being opposite. You opened the cupboard, grabbing some chamomile tea bags before boiling some water and placing your tea bags in.
You walked in, feeling a wave of relaxation wash over as you grabbed the book you were currently reading, "Pluto Projector' By Rex County.
As you took your usual spot on your window seat which overlooked the river which connected to the pond, you felt happy. The gushing sounds of the river, soft moonlight illuminating the pages of your book, the few fireflies making their way past. But while you were enveloped in your surroundings you didn't notice the sound of damp footsteps against the cobblestone path to the gazebo.
The whistle of your kettle pulled you out of your book you were so deeply immersed in. Your attention was drawn to a soft voice, "Y/n?" Paul spoke, "Can you open the door my love?" His voice was sleepy, worn out. You got up swiftly, unlocking the door for your husband. He smiled although his face was covered with curls adorning his face.
"What're you doing up?" You asked him as you guided Paul to your window seat. "I was training and then I went to bed but I noticed that you weren't there. I thought you might be out here and I felt like being with you. Is that wrong my sweet Y/n?" Paul smiled sweetly, "No, no of course not. I was just reading if you wish to join me my love." You proposed as he lazily smiled.
Paul quickly accepted as you poured your tea into two cups, placing them on the window sill. Paul sat down, stretching his legs in front of himself, patting the space between his legs which you placed yourself in between. Grabbing your book, you began reading in a hushed tone as your voice soothed Paul greatly.
You were right where you wanted to be, with the man you loved more than anything.
He laid with your head on his chest, he felt at peace as he stroked your hair and kissed your head as the two of you relished in each-others company.
