𝙹𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝙿𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙾𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚜

The Early Bird

Just a sweet little blurb of farmer!james in the mornings

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James wakes up before the sun rises every single day. It's just part of his job, and he doesn't mind it. He doesn't need much sleep to go about his day, and working in the morning just means spending more time with you and the kids later.

But he knows you need your rest. He knows you have different chores, different bodies, and different schedules, so he wants you to get as much sleep as you need.

When he wakes up in the morning, James makes sure to keep the volume down. You've told him he can make noise, but he still insists on trying to be as quiet as possible.

He reaches for his glasses on the nightstand before even opening his eyes all the way. Now that he can see, he turns himself to look at you. James always says he loves you being his first sight each and every day.

You were lying on your side, breathing lightly onto the pillow, right next to where your hand was resting. Your husband paused and just sat there examining your face. He studied every square inch of your face like he was preparing for an exam on you—which he can say with perfect confidence that he'd ace.

His eyes kept coming back to the locks of hair that had fallen on your face and were covering your eyes. He softly dragged his index finger along your cheek and behind your ear, tucking the hair away there.

You inhaled through your nose, heavier than the breaths you were taking before, and James cringed at how he had accidentally woken you up.

"Hi, Jamie." You mumbled, groggy and still mostly asleep.

"I'm sorry, lovie." He whispered. "Go back to sleep."

"I'm up, it's okay." You said, starting to lift your head off of the pillow.

You were absolutely not up yet, but you would be soon enough.

"Sleep." James repeated, just like a hypnotist performing their most famous trick.

And just like the volunteer he plucked from the crowd, you obeyed and shut your eyes.

Then, he leaned down to press a kiss to your temple as you drifted back to your much-needed slumber.

James gazed at you for another moment, then started running through his morning routine. He'd get dressed, check on the kids, then go downstairs and make himself a tea, leaving out a mug and tea bag for you later. After that, he planned to get to work, thinking about you and your kids until his day was done. 

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