𝕬𝖚𝖗𝖔𝖗𝖆𝖘

@dearests​

‘ i can’t remember the last time i slept that good… thank you. ’ 

long nights of unbroken sleep used to be common for you               as they used to be common for mike,     you suspect               but more recently,     you’ve both become accustomed to restless nights,     to your worst fears lurking just out of sight in the blank dark.     but tonight,     he’s not the only one who slept well.     you stretch,     languorous, enjoying how it feels to be well-rested,     and how it feels to have someone sleeping beside you.     ‘     you don’t need to thank me,     sweetheart.     ’     you run your finger down the bridge of his nose,     then span your palm to cup his cheek.     ‘     i enjoyed it just as much as you did.     ’

@crimewrought​

‘ your heartbeat’s really loud. ’

‘     sorry about that.    ’     but you are lightly amused,     not apologetic.     your hand glides over her soft fair hair,     a slow     &     soothing motion.     you glance down at her with a smile.     ‘     i don’t think i can make it any quieter. is that going to be a problem     ?     ’     you doubt it:     the two of you are comfortable here,     curled up together on the couch.     neither of you will want to move for some time.

@dearests

‘     if we both stick to the story, they can't prove anything.     ’

@dearests​

you approach her from behind,     snaking your arms around her waist and tucking your face into the crook of her neck.     ‘     i want to ask you something,     ’     you murmur against her warm skin.     and then you hesitate,     as you often do;     scared to dive too fast into something new and forget the man you married.     she waits,     patient as she’s ever been,     until finally you continue.     ‘     do you want to move in     ?     ’     as the words leave your lips,     you almost regret it.     are you really asking someone else to move into a home that is still,     after all these years,     his     ?     but this home is yours, too.     it should be a place of happiness,     laughter     . . .     full of people.     ‘     matthew’s back at aglionby now,     and since ronan moved out     . . .     it’s been a little quiet here.     ’

                              your     hand     cups     her     cheek     ,     turns     her     face     to     yours     .     those     eyes     made     to     love     you     hold     doubt     now     –––––     you     would     be     lying     if     you     said     it     doesn’t     sting     .     “     my     love     .     i     would     be     buried     six     feet     deep     alongside     you     ,     you     know     that     .     ”

melancholy mood is easily forgotten,     melting with his gentle touch.     why were you thinking of such things to begin with     ?     ‘     so morbid,     ’     you croon,     as though you’re not secretly delighted by his dedication.     ‘     i’d like to think we’ll stay alive     &     happy for many years to come.     what do you think     ?     ’