Inspired by sweeransigh's post on tumblr.
Taylor wakes up to strong arms wrapped around her waist, the same way that she has gotten up for the past 50 years, and it is something that always seems to brighten her day.
She absentmindedly runs her fingers along his inked arms, tracing the patterns and designs that have been inked into his skin. He stirs a little behind her, letting her know that he's awake.
"Good morning," he whispers as he plants a soft kiss on her shoulder.
"Mm," Taylor mumbles, "Good morning Ed." She turns around to face him and gives that smile, the one that makes him keep falling for her.
"Remember when I said that we wouldn't fall out?" he asks, and Taylor is a little confused as to why he brought it up until she looks down to see that she had been tracing his RED tattoo.
"Of course," she answers, still not sure why he asked.
"We didn't." Oh. Now she gets it. "I love you," he says before giving her a proper good morning kiss.
"I love you too," she tells him before nuzzling into his chest and falling back asleep.
They enjoy the time they have before their grandkids wake up; they had stayed overnight while their parents were away on a well-deserved vacation. Taylor's life had been even better than she imagined, an adoring husband, three kids to spoil and now seven grandkids. At 75, she knew that she was beyond lucky, and she never took a second for granted. She was simply happy. There was no better word for it.
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Skinny Love {Sweeran}
Fanfictionskinny love (n.): when two people are in love, but are too shy to admit it, yet they show it anyways. A collection of short Sweeran one shots that I have written.
