#comebacktobed

Hey! This is my first short story/writing piece I’ve posted on here so sorry for any mistakes :) I’m still learning this platform and how to figure this out. I’ve been writing for a long time and I figured I’d write something for one of my favorite characters, Paterson! A wonderful morning in. Have a great day :*

-1209 words, fluff, and a short story

-fem (y/n)

  6 am.

I slowly gained consciousness and realized the bed was shifting.  I breathed. Someone breathed on me and I felt someone’s nose on my neck. As nice as my dreams had been, to feel a nose on my neck was slightly disorienting. I had been happily dreaming domestically of decorating a house and feeling good and puppies and babies and a husband and work and painting.. Wait. Work? 

I cracked open my eyes and felt warm rays of sun on my arm outstretched in front of me. I could feel the limpness in my tired arms slowly fade and my blood start pumping a little faster. I, for one, am not a morning person. I’m like a cat, and I take my precious time waking up. 

The whole nose on my neck, babies in my dreams and work snapped me out of it. I turned my head slightly to the right and tried to look over my shoulder, mainly to check the time, but somebody was in the way. 

“Bubs?” I whispered softly. I didn’t want to jump scare the poor man to death at the crack of dawn. Nothing. “Honey?” I half heartedly whispered a little louder. God I hated waking him up. I bent my arm that wasn’t under my head behind me and softly gripped Pat’s side. What day is it today? 

Disoriented by my dreams, I was in no rush to get ready. It’s not like it was a work day or anything. Or maybe it was? I wasn’t too sure about it. Now a little more concerned, I shook the rock that was my husband and tried to stick my head above him like an ostrich. I couldn’t see the damn clock. Or calendar. Pat usually had a watch next to him as he slept so when he got up he could casually check the time. It must be before 6 though, because he naturally gets up around that time. If he’s not up, it has to be before (only god knows how he does that). That put my mind at ease, but nonetheless I was as blind as a bat, so without my contacts I need a digital clock to see the time. 

I felt another shift in the bed and a hot breath against my neck. “Pat.” I turned away from the window and into my husband’s torso, albeit with a little difficulty because a 5′2 woman engulfed in the arms of a hunk of a man poses a little difficulty.  He hummed quietly and cracked open an eye after I settled into his embrace. He smiled. The audacity. “Yes Honey?” Pat barely whispered. I inhaled deeply and snuggled into the thick blankets around my shoulders. “What time is it hun?” I looked at his beautifully disoriented hair and was tempted to comb right through it. In response, he shifted. 

His arm lifted from its resting place on my body and reached behind him to grab his watch. “6:15 honey.” He breathed out and put his watch on, with a little help from the hand under me. “mm.” I sighed constantly and stayed snuggled into his torso. I started to slowly drift back to sleep forgetting literally everything I had thought of not even five minutes ago. It’s not like last night was too wild or anything. We read together on the couch last night. I got to choose the new book for this month. 

6:15.

6:15? Oh shit, 6:15! “Pat, honey, let up.” I wriggled out of his arms. Pat lifted his arm and let me out. I raced over to the closet and almost slipped on the way over. He cracked an eye open again and furrowed his brows. “What's wrong honey?” He shifted and sat up on his elbows, looking still a bit groggy and half-asleep. I pulled out some decent looking clothes from the clean hamper stuffed in the back. Oh flip, lateness wasn’t my thing. What day is it today? “Pat! It’s Thursday! Oh my god, Flora is going to be locked outside! Honey help me out will you?” I rushed to at least put on a coat while almost running out the door. My hair was flying literally everywhere. 

Flora, my assistant at the shop was probably standing outside, waiting for my arrival for today.  It’s flipping Thursday! The elementary kids down the street go in slightly later than usual, about 9 am. Since Thursday is my last workday, the staff and I go in early to hand out cookies and orange juice to any school children and their parents on their way to school. It starts my day off mighty good, because after that it’s book orders and shelving. I’m supposed to be there at 7 but its a little bit of a walk downtown and it's my turn to bring the cookies. The cookies I haven’t bought yet. Oh lord help me. 

“Pat do you remember where my keys are?” I shout from the kitchen. The solitary peace I was enjoying about five minutes ago was completely thrown out the window as I moved chairs and objects to find my keys. I hear footsteps coming from the hallway. “Hun, I can’t find my keys. How am I supposed to get in the shop without any keys? Do you know-” I looked up from my crouch position next to the table and saw Paterson, my lovely and most utterly organized husband pointing to the kitchen counter. There sat a convenient set of silver keys with a witch hat keychain and three large boxes of frosted cherry blossom cookies. Next to that, my book bag and Easter decorations I planned to put up in the shop window. Just in time for April too. 

I looked back at Pat and blinked. “Oh. Thank you honey. I love you. When did you have time to get those?” I got up and shrugged the coat I didn’t even want to wear. His hair was kind of flat from sleeping on one side all night. I mentally noted to rake my hands through it later. 

Pat smiled, scratched his arm and sauntered over to the fridge, pulling out the milk. “On my way home from work yesterday. I guessed you might want to sleep in. The cookies looked too beautiful to pass.” He poured two glasses and checked the time. “You still have time. Come back to bed?” I slapped my hands over my face and laughed. “Honey, I thought I was going to be late. Of course. Let’s restart our morning shall we?” I chugged the milk and smiled at my husband. “What?” He was smiling back at me and leaning against the sink. “Nothing. Just thinking to myself.” I shook my head and placed the cup in the sink behind him. He offered his arm and gestured to the bedroom.