The Night I Was Saved

Epilogue

The streams of winter sunlight that peaks through the curtain and into my eyes force me to turn around, and when I snuggle into the duvet a little more, the two arms that were around me pull me in even more.

He grunts, his face nuzzling in my hair, and I know exactly what's going through his mind. He doesn't want to wake up, he does want to cuddle, and in a few moments, he will turn me around so he can lazily kiss me good morning.

It's how it's been every time we have the day off, and I catch myself being excited about it way before we actually wake up.

Sure enough, one of his hands grabs a hand full of my shirt before he turns me around in one movement, pulling me flush against him right after.

"Good morn-"

"Nope." He shakes his head, his eyes still closed but a smirk that reveals one dimple present. "Not yet."

I begin to giggle, but his mouth on mine stops me successfully. He kisses me like he always does in these moments; first with a closed mouth, easing into it so we can both lose that sleep that lingers still. When we're both awake, he gently nudges my lips apart with his tongue, and when my tongue finds his, I wish that time stands still forever.

"Now it's a good morning," he husks, his voice full of sleep still but his body clearly waking up. I feel it, everything.

But while on other normal days, I would've probably done something to help him to an even better good morning -if our daughter grants us that much time- today I won't. Because I've been waiting for the start of today for what feels like months.

"Happy Anniversary, love," Hero mumbles after he's planted his face in my neck, making me blush.

Happy Anniversary. Hero insists on calling it that, and I have to admit it makes me nervous. It feels so adulty and unreal.

I can't believe it's been a whole year. I can't believe that I met Hero one year ago. It feels as if I've known him forever.

"You too," I somewhat awkwardly reply. He hears it because he chuckles before he pulls his head from my neck.

"And happy birthday, Dais." His eyes now glimmer, the excitement evident as he refers to the biggest reason for my excitement as well.

Daisy's one year old today. My little baby isn't a baby anymore. Twelve months ago, she was born, and today we celebrate how she makes my world -our world- so perfect and joyful.

"Happy birthday, Dais," I repeat, my finger sliding along the curve of his lip. He has that lazy smile, the one that's making me weak in the knees.

I still can't believe how lucky I got that he, of all people, found me twelve months ago.

"Shall we go wake her up?" Now that he's fully awake, it's clear that he's as excited as his green orbs tell me, and it warms my heart.

Hero and I have been planning this day for over two weeks now, and we've made sure everything is perfect. After we'd put Daisy to bed yesterday, we decorated the whole living room. Balloons with the number one on them, colorful flags that hang from the ceiling, her highchair decorated with two helium balloons, a huge cake -decorated with Charlie from baby TV- is in the fridge, and a present is waiting for her too.

We've decided to get her a rocking horse, and I have to admit it's a beautiful one. It has a vintage look. Decorated with white and gold, it's the kind of princess horse you would dream about as a little girl. I know I did when I was younger. And now, my little girl has one of them. It's surreal.

We're throwing a party for her later today as well. We've decided to keep it small; Martha, George, Mercy, Titan, and Maisie are naturally all coming, and we've also invited Felix, Elif, Miryam, Morgz, and Alex. Elif and Felix are now a couple, and Hero and I have been on a 'double date' with them two times already. Elif is the opposite of the person I thought she was when I first met her, and her, Miryam, and I have actually grown a little closer.