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*sighs*

when you’re in the shower, he’s sat on the lid of the toilet on his phone (watching those rug cleaning videos) enjoying your faint singing under the stream of water, the smell of your body wash on the cloud of steam- ready to pass you a towel or get your back.

when you’re at your desk, working from home or studying, he’s just on the other side of it reading the paper with one outstretched leg tangled with both of yours. he’s dead quiet when you’re on a call, just happy to be around.

when you’re doing laundry, collecting the clothes in the hamper and crouching to stuff them into the washer- turning around and accidentally colliding with a thick wall of muscle.

“sorry, love”

he steps aside but you can hear his soft footfalls as he continues to follow you throughout your home.

when you’re both watching something on the couch, what starts as his pinky locked with yours turns into his arm around your waist. that turns into your head on his chest, which culminates with you falling asleep in his lap with his cheek on your head and soft snores emanating from his lips.

when you grocery shop, you push the trolley but his chest is to your back, arms either side of you and hands clasped over yours on the handle. you can thank his military training for his uncanny ability to tell exactly when you’ll stop walking.

when he wakes up in the middle of the night, on a rare occasion when you’ve managed to slip out of bed without him realising, he’s immediately in a panic calling your name.

“in here, my love”

as soon as his heart settles, he realises the bathroom light was probably a dead giveaway. you’re taking a wee, you’ll be back in a minute.

that doesn’t stop a sleepy simon from leaning in the doorframe, shielding his eyes from the big light as he waits for you to finish up.

even on the short walk back to bed, you can feel fingers twisted in the back of your shirt- almost like you’re leading the way.

minute you’re both on the mattress, you’re being wrapped up in his arms, slotting you perfectly into the curve of his front- almost like you’re made for him.

“simon- honey, what the fuck are you doing?”

you hadn’t even shut the car door, half in and half out with a look of total bewilderment on your face

“y’said y’didn’t want dirt in the ‘ouse, so i’m takin’ my kit off outside”

and that he was

on the driveway only in his boxer-briefs with his work gear hanging out the back of his truck

pale skin blinding against the concrete, tattoos and scars for anyone to see

out the corner of your eye, you could see your neighbours curtains shift

“i appreciate that but i didn’t mean for you to get it out for the neighbours!”

now you’d done it

you could see the way his eyebrow quirked as he turned his head towards you, something in his look said you were in for it

“no need t’get jealous-”

didn’t even give you the chance to protest, already herding you inside with a sturdy pat on the ass

will you love me forever