𝕊𝕋𝕆ℝ𝕀𝔼𝕊 𝔽ℝ𝕆𝕄 𝔸 𝕎𝕆ℝ𝔻 ～ 𝘑𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘔𝘤𝘈𝘷𝘰𝘺

20 - [RT] Diapason

D I A P A S O N
noun [dahy-uh-pey-zuhn, -suhn]

A full, rich outpouring of melodious sound.

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KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!

"Are you in there sweetheart?" You asked as you stood as close to the bathroom door as you could. You put your ear to it and heard him humming something.

CLICK!

The door opened with a swift gesture and you jumped a bit, startled. "Yes love?" He peeked outside and you smiled.

"Well I just wanted to let you know that supper is to be served now," You told and held your hands behind your back shyly, "Will you join me?"

"Of course I will, is that a question to ask?" He smiled then leaned closer to plant a kiss on your cheek.

He shut the door and you walked towards the table in the main hall. You observed it for any faults then smiled to yourself, appreciating your table-setting skills.

*****

You stared at the photograph in your hand and smiled widely, reminiscing about the day.

It was a picture from your wedding day, when you married Robbie Turner. You loved him dearly and finally being able to live with him forever was a dream come true for you, and him as well. He loved you as much as you did him.

"You looked beautiful that day..." Robbie leaned down after standing behind you where you sat then rubbed his neck, "B-But I mean you look beautiful everyday [y/n]."

You set the picture aside then stared into his eyes. "Alright then Mr Turner, I shall be back before you can say wedding bells," You stood up quickly then walked down the corridor.

"Where are you going?" He placed his hands in his pant pocket and watched you.

"I'm having a soak, I hope you won't miss me to much," You teased and he smiled.

"If I say I would, would you stay?" He asked and you shook your head, "Wedding bells!"

You laughed then threw him a flying kiss, "I'll see you in ten sweetheart."

Robbie waved to you then sighed. The house suddenly fell silent, he could hear the birds chirping outside. He stared out of the window for a moment before walking towards the kitchen for a cup of tea.

As he stared at the boiling kettle, he thought about you and how you make his life so much happier. You didn't realise how thankful he was for that, you were just glad that it was him and no one else.

Robbie walked back to his study with the cup of tea in his hands on a saucer then placed it on the table. He sat on the desk chair and pulled it closer,rubbing his hands to energise himself for a session of writing. He felt quite like it.

Twenty minutes later, he watched the poetic words on a sheet of paper with a smile on his face. He had a piece of literature that he was extremely happy with. He waited till you finished for shower so he could recite it to you.

Robbie looked up quickly and furrowed his eyebrows, wondering why you hadn't come out of the bath yet. He stood up and walked towards the washroom, standing at the door for a few moment in silence and raising his hand to-

He stopped abruptly, listening to the melodious voice coming from the other side of the door. You were singing a song, he didn't recognise though it sounded beautiful.

He placed his palm on the door and leaned closer, shutting his eyes slowly and smiling softly. He scored your voice, he never realised you could sing until this point.

Robbie moved closer to the door till his entire body was stuck to it. He longed to get inside and stand beside you to listen to your-

CLICK!

You swung the door open and jerked in fright when you saw him standing emrighg at the door. You clinged onto the towel wrapped around your body tightly, while water dripped from your hair and arms.

"Wh-What are you doing Robbie?" You asked and clenched your jaw.

"Wh-Wh-Why aren't you d-dressed?" He asked and ran a hand through his hair.

"I forgot somethi-"

"I didn't know you sing so well sweetheart," He commented and you looked to the floor after feeling your cheeks grow hot.

"I-I-I... You were listening to me?"

"How could I not? You sound beautiful," He stepped closer to you and caressed your cheek, then leaned in to kiss you in the lips softly.

"I'm cold Robbie!" You squealed and shoved last him, jogging to your bedroom and shutting the door.

He laughed then walked over, standing by the door and singing one of his favourite songs.

You listened to him from the other side and bit your lip. You decided to continue and ended up joining in on the song.

You stood there singing for quite some time before you both realised that the door was still shut. You laughed after opening it, then gave him a warm hug.

"I should have known that you would sing with such elegance," He commented and rubbed your back gradually, "You sound so beautiful naturally."

You tightened your grip around him then kissed his neck. You couldn't deserve a better partner than him.