No Angel ~ mason mount

S2. Part twenty nine

Maeve awoke with a sniff, a comforting scent of sweetness bellowing through her nose. Delicious glossy syrup and sugar smells drifted through the house, warmly lit on the winters morning. When suddenly, she acknowledged how strangely quiet it was. She rolled over to an empty side of the bed, her heart dropping with a sigh. Maybe he'd had enough, maybe their conversation in the night was nothing but a fantasy and he was still upset. Then her mind raced elsewhere; Theo. She pulled herself out of bed, her feet sliding into her slippers as she threw on the neared hoodie she could find, which happened to be Masons black hoodie with a small yellow chelsea logo on the left breast. She felt her chest twinge, inhaling his beautiful scent of the clothing and wishing he was there with her. But he wasn't, and she had no idea where he was. Trudging down the landing, there was an overwhelming sense of silence and calmness in the house.
"Theo, baby?" Maeve motherly whispered, walking into the nursery room to an empty cot. She stared around the room in confusion, somewhat panicking inside about the absence of her baby son, and her husband. Then, she had another whiff of warm cinnamon, confused as ever about the goings on in the house this morning. She sighed, heading down the stairs for further clues. And that's when she entered the kitchen to a glorious sight.

The first thing that caught her gaze was a bouquet of her favourite flowers - yellow and red roses, tulips, sunflowers and stems of lavender. She gasped in amazement at the beauty, before clutching the small note hanging off a petal.

My mousey,
Enjoy your breakfast baby girl, you deserve it. Just dropping Theodore at Uncle Deccers, then it's me and you for the day sweetheart. I love you with all of my heart.

Mase xxx

She held it tight to her chest, relishing the feeling of love that she let embrace her. The feelings she'd had for the entire two years of their relationship, their marriage, their parenthood came back to her within seconds, proving they had never truly left. He was all she needed, and all she ever wanted. She moved from the flowers over to the kitchen work surface, where Mason had plated up a pancake, a heart shape drizzled on top with chocolate sauce, and the inside of the heart filled with strawberries and bananas. Her heart simply melted, he was the sweetest. She began to tuck into her breakfast, feeling her stomach rumble beneath her.

Soon enough, she'd finished eating and had tidied up the kitchen, placing her flowers and card on the living room coffee table and snuggling herself underneath a grey fleece blanket to protect from the harsh winter air. Just then, she heard the front door click open followed by footsteps, and seconds later, Mason stood in the doorway. The moment he lay his eyes on her, they grew into an intensely wide smile, his feelings unable to remain hidden. She smiled back to him, jumping up from under the blanket and running up to him, jumping into his arms as he caught her. He buried his head in her neck as he held her thighs around his waist, her arms thrown over his shoulders.
"I love you so much," she whispered into the cuddle, so grateful he was still there with her through all their hard times.
"I love you more than you'll ever know," he replied into her neck, placing kisses gently down to her collarbone as he did. She released her head from the snuggle, as he did the same and locked his eyes on hers with a glimmer of adoration and lust.
"I like this hoodie on you," he smirked, looking her up and down as he held he thighs tight around him. She giggled, placing a finger under his chin and guiding his gaze back up to her face.
"My eyes are here, Mount," she whispered to him with a wink. He shook his head with a smirk, unable to believe his luck even after all this time.
"Fuck, you're so perfect," he spoke under his breath with the same beautiful smile. Even through her make up less skin, her tired eyes, her bed hair and her barely clothes body, he was overwhelmed by her perfection. As was she with him, his hair now cut short to his head, enhancing his facial features ever more - his brown eyes happy as ever with creases where he smiled, his nose covered in sweet freckles and his perfectly white teeth showing his true happiness. She couldn't help herself from attaching her lips to his, her hands moving from behind his shoulders to his cheeks, tracing his jaw with one hand before the other moved up to his hair. He immediately begged for entry with his tongue, his fingers squeezing into her skin where his hands rested under her thighs. Without being able to control himself, he moaned into the kiss, feeling her soft hands rub his jaw line. He moved from the doorway towards the sofa, where he lay her down on her back, hovering over her as the kiss continued with more and more lust by the second...