Watchdogs Imagines

Wrench- Midnight Snack

I wake up and look at my alarm clock to the side, 00:03 AM. I sigh and look to see Wrench sleeping soudly, a brief snore breaks his peaceful breathing and I smile.

I lay in the dark for a while until my stomach suddenly grumbles, rather loudly. I take a breath and close my eyes, trying to convince myself I'm not hungry. I'm not-

My stomach grumbles louder this time, in defiance to my unworking persuasion.

I sigh, again and slowly get up, being careful not to wake a cute and sleepy Wrench.

I pad to the kitchen and switch on the light, looking around to try and think of a suitable snack. A sandwich? Nah too much effort.

I settle for a bowl of coco cereal, so I reach into the cupboard for a bowl then not so delicately climb onto the worktop to grab the cereal, my little legs can't reach properly so it takes a great deal of effort.

Finally, I tip the cereal into the bowl, wincing at the loud pouring breaking the silence in our apartment.

I plod to the fridge, and search for the milk, Wrench has a habit of jumbling the juice with the milk so it's always a case of hide and seek.

Noticing the milk I go to close the fridge door, but have a heartattack when Wrench is standing behind me.

"Jesus!" I shout, pressing the milk to my chest.

"Not quite, but you did call me God earlier" Wrench says with a cheeky wink.

I smile and roll my eyes, walking back to my cereal and pouring the milk in.

I notice Wrench grabs his own bowl and gets the cereal out no struggle, he brings it back to where I sit on the bar stools we have, sitting opposite me.

In silence we chomp our cereal, the scrape of spoons the only sound. The city lights glisten in the dim light.

As I finish my cereal I'm left with the milk, so I pick up the bowl and drink the chocolate flavoured milk.

"Enjoying it?" Wrench says smirking.

I nod whilst drinking, a bit of milk drips down my chin.

Wrench comes over me me and stands between my legs as I put my bowl on the counter.

I wrap my arms around his middle and bury my face into his chest, he tightens his hold and leans his chin on the top of my hair.

"Ready to go back to bed?" He asks groggily.

I nod and as I stand up Wrench picks me up princess style, turns off the light and carries me back to bed, placing me on top of him and pulling the duvet over us.

I snuggle into his neck and slowly go back to sleep, with Wrench's hand stroking through my hair and my face nestled into his neck.