It was a cold Saturday morning in London and it was bloody freezing my toes and fingers off.
Alan had to go to set today so I was left alone inside this big house with only a thin blanket wrapped around me.
I sat on the couch in the living room, watching a movie and sipping on my nearly cold mug of hot cocoa when I heard the front door open and Alan screaming, "I'm home love!".
Quickly, I jumped and run towards him, face planted on his neck.
"I take it that you miss me and you want to cuddle with me?" He chuckled, his chest vibrating and kisses me on the head.
"I'm very cold, I wanna cuddle too, can I borrow your one of your jumpers?" I said in a muffled voice.
He chuckled and carried me bridal style towards our shared bedroom.
"You know you can just wear them without my permission right?" He smiled widely.
"But last time I did that you didn't talk to me for a whole week. A whole week!" I pouted more and cross my arms across my chest.
He laughed and went inside the closet only to bring out two jumpers and socks.
"Are you living up to your role as Severus Snape? Because, I for one did not put our socks back because the laundry room was locked." He only smiled at me and carried me to the bed.
"The reason why the laundry room is always locked, is because I don't want to happen that soap and washing machine trouble again. And besides, I want you to be comfortable all day. And we don't want anything to tire my beautiful wife and our baby girl now would we?"
He smiled and pulled my shirt up, kissing my baby bump and replacing my shirt with his big jumper. I pouted more and just clung on to him as he carried me down back to the living room again.
"Where's the other jumper?" I said and looked at his face.
"Are you forgetting that I have it inside my coat pocket?"
"Severus Snape bring back my husband this instant!" I giggled and he just shook his head, smiling at my crazy antics.
"I don't really understand you sometimes, but I still love you." He looked down at me and kissed my forehead.
"I love you too Mr. Romantic."
After Alan had changed into his jumper, he sat beside me and decided it was best to watch a movie. Halfway through, I heard his peaceful snoring, his chest rising and falling. I smiled at the sight, taking in his handsomeness and slowly tracing his best facial features.
His protruding nose that scrunched up whenever I decided to poke it gently.
His eyes that twinkled brightly at the sight of my surprises I give him everyday.
His plump and soft pinkish lips that curled into heartfelt smile that melts away all the sadness in the room.
And his jawline that was carved beautifully and completed his handsome exterior.
I was suddenly snapped out of my thoughts as Alan suddenly spoke, "I know I was handsome but not this handsome." He smirked as he cuddled up to me and buried his face on my neck.
"Oh you're handsome alright, but you're as cheeky as Daniel too." I giggled and listened to his velvety voice speak again.
"I'm your cheeky romantic remember?" He lips curled into a smile and hugged me close.
"I love you, Mrs. Rickman."
"I love you too, Mr. Rickman."
