A\N: This is another The It Girl Hannah/Will comfort oneshot. I wrote my first The It Girl oneshot on New Years Eve and edited it a few months ago, and found this on my hard drive. It's been untouched for months. I love their relationship. Enjoy this oneshot, Angels. (This is set after the book finishes)
Will de Chastaigne wakes up being cold but it's not a chilly cold, it's more of being cold from loss of warmth. His wife's body, which is usually curled up against his, isn't here. His hand stretches out to seek out his beautiful wife only to find her side of the cold to the touch. He sits up in bed and frowns, it looks like his wife has been up for a while.
He removes the covers and leaves their bedroom, walking into the living room. He sees his wife sitting curled up on the couch with a blanket covering her, a cup of coffee on the coffee table. The moses basket that houses their three month old daughter is bedside the couch, just within reach of Hannah.
"Han." He whispers her name as he comes to sit next to her so as not to wake their sleeping daughter, she looks at him with a small smile. "Hey." She whispers back, leaning against him, breathing in his scent.
"Our little princess wake you up again?" He asks, Hannah shakes her head, he sighs, he now knows why his wife is awake so early and it has nothing to do with their little girl. "You still having nightmares?" It's Hannah's turn to sigh as she leans forward and picks up her cup and takes a sip of the most likely cold coffee. Since April's death, nightmares have been a constant in her life, and after what happened with Hugh on the clifftop, it's no surprise that the nightmares are worse.
"Yeah, but last night's nightmare was awful: you didn't make it and Hugh survived and killed me and our baby." She tells him. Will curses his former best friend, a cry breaks through the silence and Will kisses Hannah's temple and gets up to see his daughter.
"Hi my girl." He says with a smile, as he picks up his little girl.
Their daughter, Isabelle April de Chastaigne, whimpers as he carries the few steps over to the couch. He sits down and hands Isabelle to Hannah who smiles a smile he's only seen on her face a handful of times: when he walked into the bookshop, their first date to the cliff that now holds a different memory, when he proposed to her, their wedding day, the day they found out Hannah was pregnant and the day Isabelle was born.
Isabelle gurgles and Will can't help but lean over and kiss his wife on her lips. "I love you. Han, you know that right?" He asks, Hannah pulls away and nods her head before kissing him.
Their kiss is interrupted by their daughter wanting attention. Hananah laughs. "Oh I'm sorry, did you want a kiss too?" Hannah asks before smothering their baby's cheek in kisses.
Will just sits back and watches as his girls' laughter fills their little flat, their little flat which is now a home. He loves mornings like this: where there's no work and they can just spend the morning doing nothing except playing with Isabelle and drinking coffee in their pjs and then taking her to the park to play on the swings.
"I'm going to make you a coffee and her a bottle." Han suddenly says before she hands Isabelle to him with a kiss to her cheek and to his lips. She stands up with her own coffee cup and goes into the kitchen, Will can hear the kettle boiling.
Isabelle babbles to herself. Hannah comes back carrying a cup of coffee for him and milk in a pink baby bottle, Isabelle's eyes light up at the sight of her bottle. Will takes the coffee cup out of his wife's hand, places it on the coffee table and smiles as his wife picks up their daughter from his lap and places the nipple of the bottle into their daughter's mouth. Will just watches.
This, he thinks to himself as the sun streams in through the windows, is all I'll ever need.
A\N: I originally planned this one to be longer than it is but as we all know, plans change so this is what the story is. I have a few more The It Girl oneshots to do but it's when I can find time to do them. I have read this book so many times already but I am rereading it.
I hope you enjoy this one, Angels.
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Nightmares and family mornings (The It Girl, Ruth Ware)
RomanceSneak peek: This, he thinks to himself as the sun streams in through the windows, is all I'll ever need.