~ Hamilton Imagines & One-Shots for the Soul ~

King George (Modern)

[A/N: Domestic fluff, as all one-shot books should have. Also, I'm not dead! Sorry for the inactivity T-T]

The first thing you feel is the sun warming your face. The light fades in and out of the darkness as your consciousness emerges from a deep sleep. The light caress of a forgotten dream ushers you to the realm of the living but you are reluctant. Automatically, you shift away from the light but something curls around your waist and pulls you back. Too tired to address your captor, you bury your head back into the soft, feathery pillow.

A few calm moments pass and you feel yourself slip back into a peaceful slumber. Unfortunately, something adjusts your position and you are suddenly being smothered. Lack of air jolts you fully awake. Your entire body is weighed down by an object on top of it and your head is being swallowed by the once comforting pillows. You fail your arms around for a few moments before whatever was on top of you slowly rolls off. Flipping over, you suck in as much air as your lungs will allow. The sunlight falls on your face once again as your eyes dart around the bedroom in a panic. As your heart slows, your gaze falls on the warm body next to you. Understanding immediately dawns on you. My husband almost killed me in his sleep. That's the third time this week.

The would-be murderer in question is curled up in an innocent position. His perfectly symmetrical face is completely peaceful. Not even one line or crease dances on his expression. His hair falls into his closed eyes haphazardly and spreads out like a halo on the sheets. His parted lips release soft snores and a little bit of drool. Despite your grievances, you couldn't deny your partner was adorable.

The flashing numbers of the alarm clock catch your attention. You have ten minutes until you both had to start the day. You contemplate how to awaken your sleeping George. I could gently wake him up. A few soft kisses should do the trick. You smile at the thought of brushing your lips against his. Until you remember he almost killed you. No. No wake-up kisses today.

You swing your legs over the bed and your feet touch the cold wooden floor. A shiver travels up your spine, prompting you to stretch out your waking body. A few light sounds come from the kitchen down the hall. Your lovely butler is probably preparing breakfast. You were going to have to be quick about this.

Picking up your phone from your nightstand, you search for the video. A satisfied "ohhh" leaves your mouth when you find it. Making sure to turn your volume up as high as it will go, you place your phone right next to George's ear. As soon as your finger presses the screen, the obnoxious calls of the white bellbird fill the room.

[Link to bird call: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nREYBx4eZf8...I'm not joking. I want you to listen to this right now. In the middle of the story. You won't fully appreciate how evil this deed was until you do.]

Your husband's eyes fly open. He immediately lunges back and a high-pitched squeal soars over the bird calls. He tries to stand up but his feet get caught in the duvet. He tumbles to the ground with a crash. You dodge his thrashing arms when you fall to the floor in a fit of laughter. After a few moments of groaning, George sits up and snatches the phone from the bed. He aggressively taps the screen until the sound of your laughter is the only thing in the room.

George shoots you a pained glare as he detangles himself from the sheets he pulled to the floor with him. "Why?"

"Because you almost smothered me again." You respond while wiping away a few tears. You crawl towards him with a wide smile and take the duvet off of his feet. "I barely escaped with my life this time."

George scoffs but pulls you to his chest. "That's your own fault. You knew I was an active sleeper when you married me." His voice is rusted with sleep and several octaves lower than normal. You almost wouldn't believe the girlish scream that left his mouth a few minutes ago if you weren't there.

"That's true. You also knew that I was a very vindictive person when you married me. Waking up like this is your own fault too." Your grin almost splits your face in half when you hear a chuckle rise from deep within his chest.

George places a soft kiss on your forehead. "True." You both bask in each other's company for a few more moments. Enjoying the fact that you were stuck with each other. Homicidal sleeping habits and bird calls just had to be endured.