Part 42

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I woke happier than I ever remember being, my body warm with the soft covers knitted around my body, I laid cradled in Jack's soft arms, my cheek against his peck, my hand rested on his stomach, the sweet scent of his body filled my nose, the sound of his breaths below me and the birds singing their beautiful song.

I smiled and giggled a little looking up at his peaceful face as he slept, his fluffy bedhead of hair.

"Ummm Don't you laugh at me." He grumbled,

"I wasn't,"

"I heard you giggling darling,"

"Just a Little giggle, you look very cute when you are sleeping,"

"Do I?" He chuckled opening one eye to look at me, "Well you look very beautiful sleeping, or awake. But I admit waking up to you has a very special beauty,"

I smiled widely,

"You think I could get a morning kiss?"

"Umm the first good morning kiss of what I'm sure shall be many" I smiled,

"I know it will be" he cooed pulling me up so our lips met sweetly,

We kissed gently and it felt so heavenly to be wrapped up in my bed, the curtains pulled to block the morning light, the sound of the birds still singing, our bodies together in such a sweet embrace.

Till we pulled back and we cuddled up again enjoying the soft morning, neither of us wanting this to end.

I heard a knock on my door and immediately I felt Jack freeze up,

"Shit-" he muttered,

"It's fine, just miss Hardcastle." I smiled, "We have an arrangement, did you want some breakfast?" I asked sitting with my chin on his chest, he relaxed and smiled playing with my hair a little more,

"I would adore some breakfast with you",

I smiled kissing him and knocking on my wall twice, and we heard her footsteps head away,

"That how you order breakfast?"

"Mhm,"

"Huu I have to yell one of the nurses to bring me an egg and then I have to cook it myself" he sighed "I could get used to sleepovers with my sweet fiance," 

"I'm sure you could," I smiled giving his lips a soft kiss,

"Can I ask you something Y/n?" He asked as he stroked my hair, 

"Umm? Mhm," I nodded, "What is it Jack?" I sighed happily, 

His hand stroked my hair a couple more times before his fingers stroked the red ribbon around my neck and my body froze feeling his fingers against the ribbon, "Why do you wear this?" 

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