It's in the little things: One-shots x2

Waitress: Dear baby...I hope somebody holds you

Dianne's POV:

Its just been one of those days. A day where everything should be fine, happy and going well but it just isn't. This is the very first weekend "Off" that I have had with my Joseph since...before his birthday I think? Despite having finished his role in Waitress last week, Joe still hasn't sat still for more than thirty minutes at a time with the strictly Christmas special and all the other projects he has going on right now. That boy works so hard but all I have wanted for weeks now, is an entire day to cuddle with him, no pressure, deadlines or places to be. That day SHOULD have been today but stupid me forgot I had my management Christmas dinner tonight and Joe and I have to attend; it'll be a good night but I don't want to have to share Joe's attention. It Is currently 10am and I am wrapped in his warm arms, as he sleeps, spooning me for once- I really shouldn't let these negative thoughts override the current, soppy situation and the remainder of our day. Shuffling deeper into his grip as he stirs, Joe's arm travels up my body to wrap his arms around my chest, allowing me to rest my chin on the crook of his elbow and rest my head on his hand. "Good morning my love, this is so nice, lets stay like this for a while, I like being able to hold you close without one of us having to dash off. I know we have the Ten2 dinner tonight but we have all day to cuddle and love each other and theeeeen I get to see you, all dressed up and with your friends and colleagues." he whispers, kissing his way along my bare shoulder, up my neck and finishing at my ear, his warm breath tickling me slightly.

I never want to move.

Having stayed in our cuddling bubble much longer than anticipated, the roaring rumble of my stomach interrupts our previously romantic position, soft kisses and the whispers of sweet nothings. "Dianne Buswell oh my god! Was that your stomach or has a bear escaped from the zoo? Being the shit boyfriend that I am, I've forgotten to feed you again, haven't I. Bad Joseph!" He chuckles, attempting to untangle his limbs from mine in order to make breakfast. "Noooooo Joey...stay here. Come back! I'm not hungry, I don't need food." I whimper, pulling on his arm and knocking his balance, meaning he is now sprawled across my body, head rested on my chest, shaking as he laughs. "Dot, I can't feed you if you wont let me up. I love the cuddles too but we need to feed that grumbly tummy of yours! Breakfast is important my love, as is every meal." he reasons but i'm having none of it. For now, I only need my Joe so there is one logical answer to our scenario; "Jooooeeeeee...lets order breakfast so we can stay in bed while we wait for delivery. We could have maccas or from that little café we got from last time, the one with the acai bowls. Please? I just...i'm clingy today and you're cute." I pout, running my fingers through his mop of hair, while he gazes as me from my chest, his ocean blue eyes stealing my train of thought like always. "Fine, pass me your phone my angel, lets order some food and get back to cuddling, although i'm staying here for now, I momentarily forgot how comfy you are." He mutters, scrolling through the food app, making his choice before passing back to me to finalise our order. This boy has changed my life in many ways but the impact he has on my relationship with food? Something I will never be able to explain or thank him for.

Now...smashed avocado, poached egg and toast or an acai bowl with extra berries?

Joe's POV:

A morning spent cuddling in bed is a morning well spent. When did I ever, EVER think i'd find myself desperate to cuddle with my girl on a Sunday morning? Reluctant to let her out of my arms for even a millisecond if I don't have to but thankfully, it seems like she feels the same. Moving downstairs to the loveseat, we enjoy our brunch with the view of the cold London skyline, legs entwined, offering the skin to skin contact we both crave. Brunch over, Dianne has made her way back up my chest and into my arms, shivering lightly as I trace a pattern over her skin, where her dressing gown doesn't quite cover. Sensing her shift in mood recently, I know there is something more bothering her; this so-called-clinginess isn't for nothing, but knowing her pretty well, I need to let my Dot open up at her own rate. So instead of pushing her or forcing conversation, I simply watch as her face relaxes and she nuzzles into my body, one hand resting between my heart and her face, the other grabbing the front of my dressing gown, a small yet contented smile on her beautiful face. Stroking the hair softly from her face and dropping the occasional kiss, I leave her be to her daydreams.