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Quiet Mornings and Coffee Beans (Arthur Morgan x deaf! wife reader)

Summary: Day off is spent with loved ones.

Warning: IT'S ARTHUR FUCKING MORGAN. HE'S HOT ASF AHHHH. Fluff, Arthur being lovely hubby, Arthur being Arthur, café, desserts, coffees. Love, cute, love, idk what else. BUT NO ANGST.

As usual, I'm sorry if there are any wrong sentences or typos or grammatical mistakes, please forgive me and again English is not my first language, so I try to improve my language and writing in this way.

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Arthur Morgan had seen a lot during his week on patrol - car accidents, long nights, city noise, paperwork, and the same lousy vending machine coffee. But today? Today was his. And he was spending it with you.

You were already awake, hair pinned back and apron folded neatly on the couch, ready to open your café. You didn't expect Arthur to wake up early - not after the week he had - but there he was, standing at the kitchen doorway in his joggers and gray NYPD hoodie, a steaming mug in one hand and that signature sleepy smirk on his face.

He signed lazily, "You thought I'd slept through your big muffin-baking morning?"

Yeah, ever since that day. He continued his sign language lesson just to communicate with you without him reaching out his phone just to type something on you. He is too lazy to type. Being a police officer really makes him sick of typing especially to make reports. So that's why he learned sign language. He goddamn learned it fast.

You blinked, surprised, then smiled, signing back. "You worked all week. I wasn't going to wake you."

He set the mug down and stepped closer, signing slowly and with purpose. "I miss you when I work. Let me help. Please."

You smiled at this and nodded before reaching for your car keys. You turned to him again.

"come on, love" you signed and walked out.

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You unlocked the front door while Arthur carried in a crate of new supplies like it weighed nothing. A streak of morning light spilled across the floor, catching dust in the air like tiny stars.

Arthur whistled, surveying your little café. "Still the coziest spot in the city," he muttered before turning back and flashing a grin. "So, boss... What's first? You want muscle, charm, or height?"

You chuckled and signed. "Height. You're on top-shelf duty."

Arthur sighed dramatically as he climbed the small step ladder to hang the new "Summer Specials" sign. You held it steady from below.

"Don't fall. I'm not carrying you."

Arthur looked down, gave a mock-serious nod, and signed, "If I fall, just marry someone shorter next time."

You rolled your eyes, signing with a smirk, "That's your plan to get out of chores?"

He winked. "Every man needs a strategy."

Arthur leaned slightly to the left, stretching out to adjust the "Summer Specials" sign just a little more to your liking. You could tell he was doing it because he wanted it perfect for you - not because it needed to be perfect. His hoodie lifted just enough to expose the back of his police badge clipped to his belt, a reminder that your gentle giant of a husband spent most days fighting the harshness of the world.

You stood with arms folded, studying the placement of the sign. You tilted your head thoughtfully.

Arthur looked down, brows raised. "Too high?" he said aloud, but also signed it just in case.