Jacob was fast asleep next to me as I watched him. For some reason, I couldn't sleep, despite many attempts. Instead, I was sat up in bed, watching my husband sleep. After a while, I decided to go and sit in the living room so as to not wake him accidentally so I carefully slid out of the sheets and made my way out to the living room where I curled up on the sofa.
I had no idea why I couldn't sleep. I'd thought that I would struggle while Jacob was away but that had gone fine in the end. Now he was home and I found myself awake at two in the morning.
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"Connor." Jacob's soft voice slowly registered in my mind and I stirred a little, not opening my eyes yet but rolling over to face him. "Baby, wake up."
"Mm," I mumbled, blinking carefully to avoid the bright lights in the room. As I woke more, I remembered that I wasn't in our room and that realisation made me open my eyes fully to look at him. "What?"
"Why are you out here?" He was concerned, knelt on the floor near me as he gently stroked my hair.
"Couldn't sleep. I didn't want to wake you." My eyes fluttered a little as sleep threatened to take over again but I fought against it. "What time is it?"
"Two. I wanted to cuddle you but you weren't in bed."
"Sorry. I'll come back now." He smiled a little and helped me to stand up.
"Why couldn't you sleep?" He asked as we walked back to our room. I shrugged and shook my head.
"Don't know. Just couldn't. Will you cuddle me?"
"Of course." I crawled into bed, waiting for him to join me before relaxing into his arms. He kissed me shoulder softly a couple times and laced his fingers through mine. "I missed this, you know."
"Me too. Your pillow's great but it doesn't give nearly as nice hugs." He chuckled quietly and I turned my head to look at him. "You give the best hugs."
"And kisses?" He asked.
"I guess." I teased, smiling when he pouted but I pressed my lips to his firmly, to show him that he really did give the best kisses. When we broke apart, I wriggled back a little, burying himself further into him and he tightened his arms around me. "I'm so glad you're back."
"Mm." His face was buried in my hair and he was softly tracing patterns on my hand with his thumb. For a while we just lay there, being close. "Have you noticed anything different about Troye recently?"
"What?" He'd spoken so quietly, it took me a moment to understand what he'd said.
"I don't know, he just seemed different around you today."
"Jay, if this is the jealousy thing again, I..."
"No. I promise. I'm not asking because of that." I rolled over in his arms to face him and I saw in his eyes that he was being honest. I pressed one hand to his cheek softly.
"I haven't noticed anything different. But then I haven't exactly been myself the last three weeks, have I?" I smiled and he laughed dryly, pecking my nose.
"I guess. You know, I hate that you were so down while I was away."
"It's not your fault. It's just me."
"I know there's nothing I could do but part of me wishes I hadn't gone. We don't spend time apart, it's not who we are."
"And now we don't have to anymore, right?"
"Right." He pulled me close to bury my face in his chest and I felt his chin resting on my head. "It's nearly two-thirty, baby. You need sleep before you go to work tomorrow."
