weapons † hs [two]

12. partners

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this manip is really adorable to me i'm crying??

With a tray of fresh hot breakfast in tow, I slip inside my dark bedroom, Caroline still fast asleep how I left her, light snores emitting from her parted lips. Her hair is sprawled over the pillow and her face as she lays in the fetal position, cuddling my pillow and retaining her heat under the duvet.

"Rise and shine, sleepyhead," I hum, laying the tray down on my side of the bed, then walking around to her side and opening the shudders a little.

"Mhm, mhm," she groans and shakes her head against the pillow, adorably denying me.

"Come on, baby," I encourage her, returning to my side and plopping myself beside the tray, beaming down at her serene figure.

Caroline sniffs a couple of times before shooting her eyes open and hungrily eyeing the tray. "What's that—"

"Good morning to you too," I chuckle, earning an apologetic look from the woman as she sits herself up, covering her slightly larger breasts spilling out partially from the half-buttoned shirt of mine she placed back on after last night.

"Sorry, I'm starving. I didn't have much of a dinner last night. What I meant to ask politely was, what's all this for?" Caroline gestures toward the embellished tray I woke up early to set up.

Today's the day I prove that I can be the father to our child and the boyfriend that she deserves.

"This is another apology for last night, made with just as much love. I have your breakfast under here," I point at the plate covered in a gold tin, "then I've gotten you juice, here's a croissant, and anything else you need I'll fetch for you."

She gives me a lighthearted smile and takes the tray over her lap, scanning over it and smiling at the most obvious decoration, "There's even rose in a vase? Impressive."

"A rose in a vase and everything," I give her a prideful nod, my romantic efforts not going to waste.

As she brushes a few loose strands of her blonde waves behind her ear, she notices what else I've done, gaping at the bedroom.

"The mess..."

"Oh, I've unpacked all of your clothes and stowed them away in our closet according to your very cute, compulsive order," I answer Caroline's thoughts, covering my yawn of exhaustion from her view. That chore took the longest, especially to differentiate colors in the lack of light before dawn.

Her lips part in a pleasantly surprised way, my girlfriend's soft laughter brightening up my day, all of my hard work paying off.

"I mean, I could've done it myself—"

"Nonsense, you have enough to worry about— And, speaking of..." I slide from the bed and grab the bottle of prenatal vitamins from my nightstand, glancing up at the hole in the wall I made with them last night, then looking to her. "It's important you take these."