Secret Love Nest '23 : The Paper Year

Sickeningly

Today I woke up at six in the morning, as I usually do nowadays. Qing has to leave the house at eight thirty to drive to school, where he will spend most of his day studying, and maybe go to a meeting or two before coming home in the evening.

So what I did first upon waking up is to stare at Qing's sleeping face, still so handsome, while marveling at the fact that he is already my husband.

I do that for two to three minutes before I carefully slid off the bed, mindful not to wake my husband up. I carried my phone with me to the bathroom to officially start my day. And it starts by relieving my bladder, flushing the pee, washing my hands in sink, splashing water on my face, wash all the grimes on my eyes, brush my teeth, gargle some mouthwash and nod to myself at the mirror.

"Its gonna be another wonderful day, Dayu." I said as a peptalk to myself.

Next stop, breakfast. Qing has to eat a proper breakfast, not because its the most important meal of the day but because he usually forget to eat lunch or just snack on anything he could get his hands on. Thats why its also an important task for me to make sure Qing has protein bars or packets of crackers on his bag he could easily reach and eat.

While soft music played in the background to keep me company, I started things off with firing up the coffee machine. Today's breakfast consists of toasts, fried sliced ham and grilled chicken, assorted jams, mixed greens salad, scrambled eggs, sliced apples and life saving coffee. I made fresh dressing for the salad. Sometimes we have rice for breakfast but Qing prefers bread and egg more than rice.

By the time I finished preparations for breakfast, it was time to wake Qing up. I go back to our room to tap his back or shoulder or kiss his cheek to get him to stop sleeping.

Me: Good morning.

Qing: (still groggy from sleep) Morning.

Me: Get up. You have a quiz today, right?

Qing: (slowly moving under the blanket) Yup. Whats for breakfast?

Me: Toasts and eggs and salad. I already made the salad. Just gonna toss the dressing. I'll make the toasts and eggs once we are ready to eat. What do you want to wear today?

Qing: (stretching his arms up) Anything black.

Me: Oh, we are in mourning today. I see.

Qing: (chuckling) Or just trying to prepare myself for a mentally tasking day. I hate quiz day.

Ah the life of a student. At least his professor gave them a warning that they will hand out quiz today. Some teachers want it to be a surprise like a present no one asked for.

Me: (grinning) Better you than me. Go hit the shower.

Qing: No coffee in bed?

I stared down at him.

Me: Maybe this weekend.

Qing: Okay.

I left him to get himself out of our bed. I went to the closet to get Qing's clothes ready. Its still the middle of winter. Still fucking cold. I'm so happy I asked Qing to push back traveling for our honeymoon in Spring. I cannot think of a place close to our home where we can go to have a honeymoon weekend that is not depressingly cold.

I made sure to lay out layers of clothes for Qing. My husband dislike wearing inner clothes but I still include them in the pile because its damn cold and I want him to be properly dressed as to not get sick. So yes, he's gonna wear inner clothes to keep him warm. I also got him a clean pair of socks. If I let Qing be, he'll use the same pair of socks at least four times before getting a new one from the sock cabinet. I want him to wear new pairs every day but he thinks its a waste. We had a discussions about this every couple of years.