Cheryl's POV
"Babe. Babe. Babe. Babe." Cheryl repeatedly poked Toni's side while she slept trying to wake her up. "TT?"
"Grrrgnnnfns, whaaaatttttt?" Toni groaned into her pillow without even turning around to face Cheryl.
"Babe, can you do me a favor?"
"Noo, now go back to sleeeeeeppp," she said pulling the comforter back over her head, successfully blocking Cheryl out.
"But babe, I need to take a shower."
"You're a big girl, you can go by yourself," she said back.
"See I would, but there's a spider in there." Toni sat up, letting the sheets fall off her face. To Cheryl, she looked kind of adorable since she was still mostly asleep, but she also looked a little scary, like the grudge, the way her pink hair was falling.
"Are you fucking serious?" Cheryl was surprised by the clarity in her voice, and slightly turned on by its deep tone. She nodded and Toni got up with a sigh. Cheryl stayed in the bed and waited for her wife to return from war aka the bathroom. She did and got back in the bed without another word.
"Thank you," she said quietly, afraid it would upset Toni even more. She received a grunt in return. "I love you." Another grunt. She giggled and went into the bathroom to shower.
When she came out, Toni was still in bed and she rolled her eyes at her lazy wife.
She crawled on the bed, holding up her towel, and pulled the cover back from Toni's face. "Babe, you have to wake up for work. You pressed the snooze again."
"But I don't wannaaaa," Toni whined.
"I know, but you have too. Mama wants a brand new bag. A Chanel one this time."
"You can buy it yourself. You make just as much as I do."
"Yeah, but I like it better when you're all chivalrous and buy it for me."
"You are completely missing the point of why I buy you things. And it's not the same if you tell me to buy it for you. Then I just become the wife that buys you shiny things because you want them, not because I see it and think you'd look great with it and then I buy it as a gift." Cheryl sat back on her legs and smiled at the fact that Toni was sitting up and speaking clearly. She grinned and didn't respond. "What? Nothing to say now?"
"Nope. Because you're up. Good morning, love."
"I hate you so much," Toni said as she stood up and walked into the bathroom. Cheryl went into her closet and picked out what she was going to wear. She was in the middle of laying out her dress shirt and jeans when Toni came back out with a mouth full of toothpaste foam. "And another thing. It is completely unfair of you to wake me up with debate. You know I can't resist a good argument." Toni walked back into the bathroom and closed the door behind her. Cheryl laughed and finished picking out her clothes.
She was completely dressed and just fixing her hair when Toni came out of the bathroom wrapped in her towel. She created her to do list in her head like she always did. The only things to do were to go to the restaurant and then go get the sperm donation from the fertility clinic. They had already chosen their donor and she felt confident in their decision. Now all that was left was for her to do was to stay super fertile, if that was even possible, and make sure she got pregnant. Oh, and she had to tell her parents. They would be ecstatic, considering they were asking for grandchildren since the day she married Toni. That was a really good day. Nerve wracking but good nonetheless.
****FLASHBACK****
Cheryl paced the length of the hotel suite. She was so nervous. She wasn't getting cold feet though; that would be ridiculous. She knew that she was madly in love with Toni and wanted to marry her ever since the day she got that promise ring. So naturally when it became an engagement ring, she was more than ecstatic. She was nervous about making a fool of herself. Since she woke up and the glam squad hired by Tabitha started doing her hair and makeup, she imagined all types of horrible scenarios. She imagined that the sand would throw off her walking in her heels and then she'd fall on her face. Then she imagined that a seagull would crap on her head the second she said 'I Do'. The most ridiculous thought was the one where she imagined their first kiss as a married couple being interrupted by a huge tsunami crashing over them and the entire audience. The thought gave her chills.
The door opened and she swung around to see who it was. It was just Tabitha. "Leave it to you to be late to your own wedding. Honestly, can we go please?"
