My Darkest Hour

2 We'll Last Forever

My alarm blared throughout the room, jerking me from my dream. I quickly reached over Pearl to shut it off. She pressed her lips against my arm as it stretched above her, I could feel the smile on her lips against my skin, as she softly kissed my arm. Only six in the morning and she was already perky as ever. The thought alone drove away my moodiness, and replaced it with a smile of my own.

"Did I wake you?" I whispered, pressing my lips against hers for a silent, goodmorning kiss.

"Of course." She mumbled in reply, our lips still touching. "You rocked the whole bed."

"Sorry." I chuckled sheepishly. With one last kiss, I climbed over her and made my way to the bathroom. I couldn't decide what I detested more, mornings, or work that forced me to get up in the morning.

As I went to throw my used floss away, yesterdays pregnancy test caught my attention. I could only imagine what Harper thought about it. We'd only been trying for a short while, but I knew how much she longed for a baby. And she wasn't likely to tell me if it was still bothering her. She tended to push her problems aside, and focus on the good things.

Pushing the thoughts to the back burner, I quickly finished up and returned to our bedroom. Pearl was already up, walking around in one of my T-shirts, her legs bare. She was looked up from her phone when she heard me walk in.

"I have practice later, it might run late." She informed me, leaving her phone on the table. "What do you want to do for dinner?"

I shrugged, not particularly worried about the matter. "Whatever."

"What about your Dad? What do you think his plan is?"

"I don't know. Don't worry about my Dad. He's lived on his own for years, he knows how to get his own food."

"I can worry if I want." She declared. I watched carefully as she sifted through our closet, looking for something to wear. After much obvious internal battle, she settled on a pair of denim capris with a slightly long floral top. "I think I'm going to clean the house a bit before practice starts. The dishes are starting to pile up."

I didn't bother arguing with her. Even if me and Dad told her every second of every day that she didn't need to help so much, she'd go behind our backs to do it if she had to. "If that's what you want to do."

Pearl twisted her hair into a bun, than shoved her feet into some strappy heels. Sandals, I think they're called.

She seemed fine, completely unfazed by yesterdays test. I wondered if she'd be more emotional after seeing Willow's kids yesterday. Especially with the fact that she was probably PMSing on top of it all. But I was pleasantly surprised to be wrong.

I shoved my feet into shoes of my own, standing to give Pearl a kiss. "I gotta go."

"You want breakfast first?"

Shaking my head, I grabbed my keys and wallet. "No time. I'll have to pick something up on the way.

"I'll see you later." She promised, kissing me goodbye.

I didn't end up getting food on the way down to the office. That normally happened when I got called down earlier. It never bothered me to skip breakfast, before I married Pearl I rarely ate breakfast anyway. But recently she's gotten more obsessive about making me and Dad eat. Just like her need to clean the house at least once a week, even though we've told her a million times it wasn't necessary. 

She's probably just trying to get used to married life, and impress my Dad. Although, she probably didn't realize how easy to impress he was. And he loved her from the beginning anyway.