You had been tossing and turning in bed for what felt like hours now. You had tried everything. Changing positions, turning your pillow over and back again, thinking of things that made you calm. But no matter what you did, you couldn't fall asleep. You rolled over to face your bedside table and checked the clock.
2:06 am. Great.
Even though you knew it was late, your brain refused to let you sleep. Maybe it was anxiety? You had been dealing with a few rough cases the past few days. But that was just the usual. It wasn't like you had woken up late this morning either. It must have just been one of those times where your body wasn't tired.
You finally sat up in bed, giving up on the idea of sleep completely. You leaned over to your right side, looking at your boyfriend Tom. He was sleeping soundly. It was a good thing he was a deep sleeper, or you would have disturbed him with all your shifting about. You could just barely make out his features in the moonlight, but you could see his tousled hair and hear his light breathy snores. You smiled at the sight. He had been working so hard lately, and you knew how stressful this job could be.
After all, you were both cops.
"You're so lucky you can sleep," you whispered to his sleeping form amusedly. You leaned down and gently kissed his temple, not even causing a stir. Then you quietly slipped out of bed, and walked out of the room. You left the door just a creak open so you wouldn't shut it and wake him up.
You decided since you couldn't sleep, you might as well make some cocoa and look over your files. Maybe thinking about this case late at night would cause you to come to a conclusion.
You carefully took out your favorite mug from the cupboard and opened the fridge to get the milk. After boiling your milk on the stove, you poured it into your mug with some hot cocoa mix, and walked over to your couch to take a look at those files.
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45 mins later:
It was no use. You tossed the file onto the ground in frustration. Papers fell out of it but you didn't care. You couldn't figure anything out. You had drank all of your cocoa, and now you didn't know what to do. You couldn't sleep, and you couldn't get any new details on your case. You were debating whether or not popping in a casette and watching a movie on super low volume would wake Tom up, when suddenly the bedroom door creaked open. You looked up to see Tom standing there with a blanket around himself, and the most adorable sleepy confused face you had ever seen.
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"What are you doing?" He said, groggily.
You smiled nervously as you looked over at the lamp you had turned on, wondering if that was what woke him up.
"Tommy... Hi..."
"Y/n, why are you up so late? Do you know what time it is?" He said walking over to you and sitting next to you on the couch.
"It's three am." you mumbled defeatedly.
He nodded.
"Why can't you sleep?" He asked, looking concerned.
You sighed. "I don't know. I couldn't sleep for such a long time. Finally I got up and tried to solve more of this case," you gestured to the papers on the ground. "But I couldn't figure anything else out. I'm so sorry I woke you up. I really tried not to. Was it the lamp?"
He smiled, still sleepily, as he lay his head against your arm.
"Mm no," he sighed. "I don't know, maybe it was instinct. I just woke up and noticed you weren't next to me."
Every time you thought this man couldn't get any cuter, he always seemed to prove you wrong.
"Awee, Tommy," you said cuddling him close and kissing his hair.
He yawned and nuzzled into the crook of your neck. You stayed like that for a while. It was actually helping. You were starting to feel tired. You noticed Tom hadn't moved in a while and started to worry that he had fallen asleep like that.
"Tommy," you said as sweetly as you could. "Come on, let's go back to bed."
"Mmkay," he said, so groggily that he was nearly slurring.
You gently pushed him off of you and stood up, shutting off the lamp. Then you reached out your arm to him so that he could stand as well. Once he did that, you put your arm around his torso and let him rest his head on your shoulder. You slowly guided him back to your bedroom.
Tom flopped back into bed, and you also got in and pulled the covers over both of you. You shifted closer to Tom, allowing him to put his head against your chest. You wouldn't admit it to anyone, but you loved it when Tom was like this. So sweet and cuddly. And kissable.
You gave him several said kisses upon his soft hair. He nuzzled closer and gave you a little peck on the jawline, which was all he could reach without having to stretch at all.
"I love you babyy," he said, just before he fell asleep.
You closed your eyes in bliss as you muttered slowly in response.
"I love you too, Tommy."
You both slept soundly for the rest of the night after that.
