#fluffyyyyy

awwww thank you for your kind words! your cat is so cute! those ears!

"i don't wanna go, babe," you say stubbornly. chris had been invited to a party, and he was begging you, his girlfriend, to accompany him. you just weren't a party person though. social events were your worst enemy. you much preferred staying at home tucked warmly under your blankets with your stuffed animals watching tv, scrolling through tiktok, reading, doing whatever, as long as it didn't require you to have any interactions with anyone. except maybe your parents and chris. but that was it.

"please, honey bear," chris was trying his best to coax you, but you firmly shook your head. "i'm sorry, chris, but parties aren't my thing.."

"so?" chris spoke. "you'll be with me. you don't need to talk to anyone if you don't want to. just hang out with me."

"i'd much rather we hang out at home, love," you say, shrugging your shoulders. "no pressure, though. you can still go, if you want. i won't mind it at all, trust me."

"c'mon, you're no fun," chris says glumly.

"why, thank you, that makes me feel so much better!" you exclaim indignantly. "you're being really mean, y'know."

chris looks up at you guiltily, nervously running a hand through his hair. "sorry, ma, i didn't mean it."

"it's okay. i'm sorry, too. but i'm just tired and parties are really draining.." you trail off. chris places his hand over yours softly. "let's do something at home then, just the two of us, m'kay lovebug?" he says.

"okay," you reply. he sits down on his bed next to you, wrapping his arms around you and bringing you closer as he places soft, warm kisses on your forehead and the top of your head. "what do you wanna do?" he asks.

"mm.. i dunno, anything," you say. yours eyes light up for a moment. "chrissy, can i put on one of your hoodies first? please?"

"okay," he nods his head, smiling softly at you in adoration. you make your way to his closet, open it, and rummage through the hundreds of hoodies that your boyfriend owns. well, maybe not hundreds. but lots of them. "ugh, i can't pick! there's too many."

"want me to help?" chris enters behind you and picks out a soft grey one for you to put on. as you put it on over your pink and white striped pyjamas you can't help but let out a little squeal at how warm it is. god, it even smells like chris, a subtle mix of sage and honeysuckle.

"you look cute, ma," chris grins playfully. "shame i'll have to take that off later."

"chris!" you say, feigning a disapproving tone, as a soft giggle slips past your lips.

"i'm just sayin' my truth, princess," he shrugs and puts his hands up as if in an attempt to surrender.

"you're so cute, baby," you say while you look adoringly up at him as the two of you stand amidst all of his clothes and things.

"i know," chris says earnestly. he adds, "not as cute as you, though." he boops your nose softly and lovingly kisses the top of your head, his warm hands wrapped around your waist.

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thank u soso much for reading !! js a lil blurb for my favie ˚ ₊˚ˑ༄ؘ live laugh love christopher owen sturniolo <3

word count : 529

Summary:

Juliette and Colin got married, well pushed to get married. They were High School sweethearts, loved each other for years. She was going to college for nursing in town, while he went to the Police Academy. But before the school year for her began she found out she was pregnant...His mother, and her parents all being catholic didn't want the baby not having a proper family got them married. She still studied nursing with the help from his mother and six years later he got to become a cop to becoming a detective, her, she got to be a nurse. It was all fine, their marriage their family, all of it.... Until she was in work, called for a shot cop, saw her husband, broke down...he survived but with scars, and now a year later their daughter is six...and he's become a bit different since his accident.

Notes:

Warnings: The lead up to the one shot is taking place AFTER Wayne Potts' house, instead of dying at the house Colin just got shot in the chest but was knocked out cold, almost dead. SO, mentions of blood, surgery, scars, near death experiences. Mentions of swearing, drinking(not like heavy though), trauma, kissing scars, mentions of smut but no actual smut. Word Count: 5,450 (Ffs I am shook- I blacked out writing this can you tell???)

Chapter 3 Text:

Colin and Juliette were basically forced into their marriage, not that they didn’t love each other they did. They just didn’t want to be forced into marriage…but the only reason that happened was because when she was 19 entering college, and he 20 entering the police academy, they found out they were having a baby. Both their parents are Catholics, so they wouldn’t let raising a baby with no long term commitment slide.

They didn’t complain because at some point they knew they were going to get married, have a family, just didn’t expect it to come out as an effect of a celebration of her acceptance letter into college. 

Well that’s not what’s important, what is is the events of  what happened at Wayne Potts’ house the day after Colin and Juliette’s daughter’s fifth birthday.

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“Nurse Zabel, get to the front, a gunshot victim, cop, mid to late 20’s, left shoulder.”

She sort of froze, no it couldn’t be, he went with Mare she wouldn’t have put him in danger- the thought ended there.

She rushed to where she needed to be and the second she saw the top of the victim’s head, the button up shirt, and black jacket she was in tears and at his side.

“Colin?! Colin! Baby I’m right here…” she took one of his limp hands, swearing she felt a squeeze from it. “Right here…” she muttered.

“You know him?” Her supervisor, who had called for her, asked.

“He’s my husband!” she said keeping up with the gurney.

“Then this job can’t be for you, too much interest, you stay here Juliette.” Seeing her junior didn’t stop following, she pushed her hand from Colin’s and stopped the woman, and let the doctors leave with Colin. Held her shoulders and looked her in the eyes. “Stay here.” She said and pushed Juliette out of the way carefully. Juliette wasn’t having that.

“But he-”

“You can’t help him push through if you, his wife, are distracted, stay here, you’re free for the day, go home and get your daughter. He’s in safe hands and you know it.” She said and walked away to the surgery room.

Juliette was in pain, she felt as if she, herself, were shot. She felt sick. The walk from there to the changing rooms was a complete blur. She got into her locker and blindly reached for her phone dialing his mother.

“H-he was shot…I-I need to see Silvana, ca-can you bring her here?” She was speaking quickly and unclearly.

“Juliette? What are you talking about?”

Deep ragged breaths before she spoke again….

“C-Colin…he was just brought in…Judy, he was shot.” She was sobbing yet holding it together, all at once.

Dead silence, Judy was silent. It felt like ages before she talked again. With a crack in her voice.

“I’ll bring her right over.”

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Everything beyond that point was a blur of motion. She remembered sitting by his bed, after his surgery, his mother taking Silvana home and taking care of her. She remembered taking him home once he was cleared to leave. She remembered him being off within the first hour of her taking care of him, he fought her on her cleaning his wounds.

“I can do it myself.” He would say and she would stare at him, confused then he’d slam the bathroom door in her face to keep her out.

Both days he did that, just snapped at her and closed her out.

He didn’t blame her. Hell, she wasn’t even there, why would he blame her?

He was mad at himself, he hated how his chest looked now with the scar so he didn’t want her looking at it. So he bandaged it for the next 48 hours, as suggested.

In actuality the accident as a whole changed him completely. He stopped being as interested in things that he used to love; it just took him up. He finished the Erin Macmenamin case with Mare and immediately began another one, and then another one, and then another one. He was just throwing himself into work, went to the mandatory therapy, then immediately stopped once they okayed it.

Juliette tried to get him to keep going but that made him angrier…. Unusually so. 

It had officially been a year since his accident when everything from how he was acting started taking a toll on her, their daughter, and their marriage.

She noticed within a month after his accident she’d try to get her ‘cozy time’ in with him, he’d kiss her and hold her–then suddenly he’d pull away or say he was tired. This only progressed, every time she’d take his hand, lay her hand on his chest, try to grip his shirt he’d push her hands away and leave the room. She started feeling insecure about it because he never explained why he didn’t want to. Just always “I’m too tired,” “I have work tomorrow, early morning,” or “I don’t want to, my head hurts, goodnight.”

It hurt the more she’d hear the excuses. Every time she got more insecure, sad, and quite frankly feeling lonely…

But Juliette didn’t fight him. Colin did his own thing, she did hers. They gave their now seemingly empty ‘I love yous’ he’d kiss Silvana on the cheek before he left for work…. She just went with it until.

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“He didn’t show up! I mean he usually doesn’t even go into work on her birthday– I- He promised and now he’s not here?! Who doesn’t remember their own child’s birthday party!?” She was pissed, her accent just getting rougher with the anger. She put up with him ignoring her, but their daughter? She drew a line.

“Maybe he got caught up at work-” Her friend, Eloise, tried to reason but Juliette gave a glare making her stop. “That bastard, he’ll rot in hell.” She fixed with a small smile, the redhead lost the glare.

Juliette sighed and shook her head as she picked up juice boxes and put them in the white garbage bag she was holding.

“First he stops wanting to sleep with me then this! What is this?! Did I do something wrong? I tried to take care of him after his accident and he got so upset! Every time I just merely touch his hand he pushes me away.” She was ranting and just cleaning quickly, tears threatening to spill. “I mean…we were fine before, right?”

“I’ve said this a thousand times already Jules hon, yes, yes you were. He was madly in love with you. But maybe that accident just changed something in him, I’m sure he still loves you.”

“He won’t even look at me half the time, he’s always on the phone, watching TV, or-or drinking his beer. Judy–his mom you know–she said he’s been normal around her, so what is it with me?! AND NOW HIS DAUGHTER! I just- i can’t-”

“I’m home!” Colin called as he walked through the door. “Woah–did a party machine explode in here?” 

She stood up straight, eyes narrowed, turned to face the kitchen entrance, and dropped her garbage bag. “You take Jer and Sil outside” she told Eloise. The dear friend immediately jumped into action and rushed to get the 5 and 6-year-olds out. Juliette marched to her husband and crossed her arms staring him down. He had a confused look.

“It is 6:00, where the hell were you!?”

“What are you talking about?” He said confused and then it hit him- “shit- today-”

“Mhm today, today was your daughter’s sixth birthday! You usually help with those, yet today you decided to go to work, THEN DECIDED TO NOT SHOW UP! We sent everyone home thirty minutes ago!” She glared, her emerald eyes burning into his brown eyes. “Where were you?!”

“At work.” he said and looked around picking up a new toy that someone had brought their daughter.

“Yeah I know that. You said so when in a rush to leave this morning.”

“I’m working on a case-”

“Of course! Because that’s what you’re ALWAYS doing lately. And let me guess Mare had you chasing more leads, again ?” She said sarcastically and rolled her eyes as she started fixing up the living room.

“Okay, leave her out of this. What’s the big deal, I missed the party, so what? I can still take her out for ice cream or something then?”

“The ‘big deal’ is you said you’d be here-”

“And work got busy Juliette, I can’t just drop everything for a party!” He said, more loudly than she was used to, tossing the toy onto the couch and sitting in an armchair like everything bothered him. She paused and turned to face him.

“You have every year until now.” She narrowed her eyes slightly and looked at him like he was a stranger. “Hell you even used to say you’d never miss anything with her even if it meant losing time at work. What happened to that Colin?”

“I’m sorry, ‘that Colin’? What the fuck does that mean?!”

“It means, I feel like for the past, nearly, year I've been married to a complete stranger. What has gotten into you!?”

“What’s gotten into you?”

“You’re deflecting.” she glared and rolled her eyes.

“Whatever,” he scoffed, he knew she was right though. He just looked around the room. He couldn’t think straight….

She looked at him, he was breaking her heart with all of this. “Just ‘whatever’? That’s it?”

“What else can I say Juliette?! I- things got busy, I missed the party, what do you want!?”

“My husband, my Colin, the one who doesn’t forget his daughter, the one that doesn’t treat me like I’m a ghost, or a thorn in his side!”

That hurt him slightly, “What? I’m still your Colin!”

“No, no you’re not. You haven’t been for the past year, I’m- I feel like I’m married to a stranger. You don’t talk to me anymore…. Y-you don’t…” she looked down, her voice cracking slightly, “you don’t even touch me anymore… Hell, you won’t even look at me half the time! I—did” her voice cracked as she paused, shook her head and looked at him again. “Did I do something wrong?” She was now on the verge of tears, when he finally looked up.

He felt his heart shatter— damnit what have I done— he thought as he looked down, at his hands which were palm down, rubbing his thighs and knees and sighed. He stood up and walked to her…slowly.

“No. No you did nothing wrong. You’re the perfect wife I promise…” He said slowly putting his hands on her upper arms and squeezed comfortingly. “It’s not you…and I am so sorry that I haven’t been treating you… or Sil, correctly.” He whispered as he rubbed her arms gently, up and down…like he did when she had panic attacks.

She looked up at him, a frown still on her lips, “then what is it?” She tilted her head, her hands finding his sides instinctively and squeezing gently. Part of his brain begged him to pull back but he stayed put.

He looked at her then at their feet…. He sighed and slowly looked at her again. He needs to tell the truth.

“Me.”

“You?”

“I- I started pulling away from you…I wish I didn’t push you away when all you wanted to do was help.”

She frowned, soon realizing that this started after his accident. “Why did you…?’

“I-I felt, after the accident, I felt gross.”

She narrowed her eyes confused.

“I’m not following…”

“I have a scar–it’s-it’s horrendous looking-”

“What does that-”

“Juliette I feel–I feel…I look at that I feel undesirable…. And on top of that I feel guilty.” He said cutting her sentence short. She stared at him as he spoke, listening.

“Why?”

“Because you begged me not to go out that day…you– you just tried to help me and I got upset at you. I never–I don’t think it all registered with me until now.”

She frowned and moved to hug him fully now. Her arms wrapped around his torso and wrapped tightly. She put her head on his chest and took deep breaths. He was shocked by the hug but slowly his arms went around her. Listening to her take deep breaths and looking down as he waited for words from her.

“You are not a horrible person and I do not blame you for the accident Col.” She whispered into his shirt. She held onto him tight and pulled her head back and looked up at him. “Okay?”

He stared into her eyes…how could she not be mad at him? “I- I should’ve listened to you…and…I’m sorry I’ve been spending so much time with work and Mare….”

She looked at him and moved her hand up to cup his face. “You don’t have to apologize, Col.”

“Yes I do.” he said and moved a hand to hold her wrist, his thumb gliding across it…a thing he always used to do.

“No, no you don’t. You’re a man of honor and heart, you did what you thought you had to do for your job…” She looked at him then down and sighed, “I think I should apologize, I’m sorry that I’ve been so caught up in me and what had to have been wrong with me–I never realized-”

“Hey-” He said, moving closer to her and putting his hands back on her upper arms and rubbing gently again, up and down, soothing. He leaned forward even and kissed her forehead as he whispered. “You have every right to be upset at me Jules….I ignored you, I didn’t tell you the problem…that’s on me. Okay? You did nothing wrong. I made you feel insecure and that was a shitty thing for me to do.”

She sighed and shook her head, hugging him, holding onto him tightly. She put her face into his chest and let him wrap his arms around her, he moved slowly as if she was delicate and fragile…or maybe as if he was. He kissed the crown of her head and put his face in her hair. She breathed in this moment, as if it were their last. She sighed and squeezed slightly holding on as he rubbed his hand up and down her back. His nose nuzzled gently. She smiled, her eyes closed as it settled on her lips.

“Okay– I’m just making sure everything is–OH THANK GOD!”

Juliette and Colin pulled away from one another and looked towards Eloise. Her smile, that true Juliette smile was back as she laughed at her friend’s reaction. “Hey El.”

“All good?” She asked as she herself smiled widely and did a double thumbs up..

“Mhm, all better.” Colin said not removing his hands, he kissed his wife’s head. “I’m going to get Silviana. I think I owe her a daddy – daughter ice cream date now.”

“Bring Jeremy back in too? Can you? We’re going to have to head home.” Eloise asked as she watched the still smiling Juliette. Colin nodded and let go of his wife, watching her and walked towards the back door.

“Of course.” Colin said and started his exit to get the kids.

Juliette bit her lip as Colin winked at her and left .

“Wow–what happened? You’re really okay now?”

“We got to the root, now we can get to unearthing and fixing it,” she nodded and walked to her friend so they could talk. “Thank you for watching the Silviana while we talked.”

“Well I’m glad you could work it out, and of course, you two needed to have it out.” She smiled and hugged the redhead, then pulled away once her son was at her legs with a hug. “Okay time for home,” she chuckled as she backed from Juliette and looked at her son, “gotta get to dad and his specialty dinner.”

“Yay! Let's go momma!” the boy screamed. “Bye Auntie Jules! Uncle Col! Bye Silvi!” He yelled and went to grab his coat as his mother said her goodbyes and Colin carried Silviana in a piggy back ride stance. The young girl was laughing and holding onto her dad.

Eloise left and Colin stomped goofily towards Juliette.

“Her royal highness Princess Birthday, says she wants a Mommy AND Daddy – daughter ice cream date.”

“She does? Oh well then I guess I have to oblige!” She exaggerated a curtsy smiling.

“Yes! You do! To the car daddy!” Silviana said and Juliette laughed as he made a horse sound and followed the order and went to the door. Opening it he carried her out. The woman gave her house a look–it was a mess–but she’d fix that later. She followed her family, grabbing her coat, and locking the door.

They all piled into the car and she smiled as he got into the front seat smiling and reaching for her hand after he pulled out of the driveway.

She held his hand as he drove and they sat watching the road as she looked back at their daughter until they reached their destination and got out to get to the ice cream. They all held hands like a chain as they walked to the shop.

She hummed and looked at him as they swung Silviana together. She laughed as they helped her take ‘big jumps’ and they went up to the window and ordered. He put his arm around her waist as they watched Silviana play as they waited for ice creams.

Then sat together as they ate their ice cream. Making silly faces at one another and joking around.

Then they went home…Silviana fell asleep on the way home, he carried her to bed while Juliette finished cleaning house. 

She walked around putting juice boxes in trash and put toys in piles, stuffies in one pile, battery necessary stuff in another. As she was bent over the coffee table grabbing a ball of napkins, standing straight she felt arms surround her and squeaked. Until she turned and saw her husband and smiled.

“Oh it’s you!” She whispered smiling, “all good? Sil, put to bed?” she looked up at him as he smiled down at her and nodded.

“Mhm, all to bed. And I was thinking maybe….” He said quietly and leaned slowly in to kiss her cheek and moved his face next to hers to whisper into her ear. “We could head to bed, I have something to make up for.”

She bit her lip as she felt a small shiver course through her.

“I still have to clean up from the party, Colin.”

“I’ll do it tomorrow, just come to bed with me,” he adjusted his grip and smiled at her. “I want to apologize.”

She moved her head so she faced him clearly. Her eyes on his face. She bit her lip and moved finally to kiss him. Her lips met his and she dropped the bag she was holding as she moved her hands to his chest.

He kissed her back and moved a hand to cradle the back of her head, the other gripping her waist and moving her to walk with him. He smiled against her lips and moved back slightly.

“That was a yes right?” he said slowly leading her to the door that went to their room. She smirked.

“What do you think, Detective?”

He chuckled and shook his head. That was always his favorite thing she did when they were in this mode. It was hot, and the way her eyes sparkled with pride for him, he felt the butterflies that haven’t stopped fluttering since high school.

“I think…” he trailed off and picked her up carrying her into the room and once she was sat on the bed he went to their door and locked it.

She laughed as she sat there and stood up waiting for him again and once he was close enough she pulled him close and wrapped her arms around him, around his neck. He smiled and put his arms around her waist and pulled her to him.

“Hi…” she whispered.

“Hi,” he whispered back as he put his head against hers. She smiled and let their foreheads rest together.

“I missed this…” she sighed and moved a hand to rub his shoulder with her palm like she always used to do…every time, even when it was in a rush…. His left shoulder every time. He flinched this time but only slightly, he had always avoided her at this point, he didn’t want to this time.

But he tried to cover the action by kissing her. “I missed this too…” She noticed the quick cover up and stopped him.

“Col,” she said, moving her head back, unlocking their lips. “You don’t have to–we can take this slow if you want-”

“No, I want this–I want you I just-” he averted his eyes down to the ground but she knew what was thinking.

“The scar?” She knew because he mentioned it earlier. “Colin, I’m a nurse I’ve seen scars before-”

“Yeah but this one is gross” He said, shaking his head and pulling away from her to go sit on their bed. “And I- I just don’t want you to think I’m–”

“Undesirable?” She asked, looking at him as he sat down. She faced him fully and stood in front of him.

He nodded and sighed looking at his hands as he put his elbows on his knees. Face in his palms and put the pads of his fingers in his hair if they rested close enough. She frowned and stepped closer and put her hands on his head and leaned down kissing the crown of his head.

“I love you.” She said simply and then suddenly her hands were wrapped around his wrists…then she was pulling, his hands were away, and she crouched in front of him. “Okay?”

He was caught off guard. But he looked down at her and watched her eyes. “I love you,” he said in return and moved his hands into hers.

She nodded and smiled at him. Moving up slightly to put her head to his and sighed. She breathed this in for a second and looked at his chest. “I didn’t fall for your looks, or your body Colin…. I fell for your heart, I fell for the things you’ve done for me ever since I moved here…. You. I fell for you.”

He listened and sighed as he moved his head to her shoulder and face into the crook of her neck. He took a deep breath and smiled slightly. She continued after a second of silence.

“Colin, I married you because in spite of everything you hate about yourself I loved it, I love it, I love you…. I know the accident changed a lot but a scar won’t change how I feel about you. Okay?” She whispered and moved close to him to make this more comfortable for them both. “Because I fell in love with the heart and soul, not just your body. You still love me after having Sil, and I earned my stretch marks…right?”

He smiled softly and nodded “honestly they made you hotter.” He smirked and kissed the column of her neck gently.

She laughed and moved into the gentle kiss. “So why would I change with a tiny difference on you?” she asked silently.

He sat for a second and nodded as he moved to look at her. She sat back on her heels and watched him he moved her to stand in front of him.

“You promise?”

“Colin.” She said looking into his eyes as he put his hands on her waist and she put hers on his shoulders. “I’d love you even if you had scars all over your face. All I care about is you being mine. Even more than that? All I want is you alive, coming home in one piece, laying right here with me, in our bed. You coming home, for Silviana, who needs her father.” She had a hand on his cheek now and her eyes welling as she whispered the words, she was so in love.

His eyes stayed on hers and he nodded, he felt tears again. Eyes filling up. He moved and pulled her onto their bed as he moved backwards onto it she just followed. Thinking this would lead to a cuddle which she wouldn’t mind, but he started unbuttoning his work shirt. She looked at him confused and tilted her head.

“I love you, more than words could express.” He whispered and looked at her slipping the button up off his shoulders and moved up to her. Still in his muscle shirt that covered the scarred area. She watched his eyes and moved both hands to his neck/face.

“I already explained how I feel on that.” She joked smirking at him, her hand on his cheek stroking her thumb across it.

He smiled and moved the hand opposite of hers that lay on his face and held her cheek, pulling her into a kiss. He kissed her deeply…in a way she hadn’t been kissed in months. She held the kiss and moved into his lap, once he was pushed to sit down, her arms circling his neck as she hummed. He smiled and moved her to lay down again as he pulled from the kiss.

“I promise I’ll never shut you out again, and I promise I’ll make it up to you.” He whispered and she watched him. Breathing heavy already, butterflies soaring, heart pounding, cheeks flushed, her hand leaving his cheek as he sat up…. He remained as close as possible…as he pulled the muscle shirt up…he took a deep breath and pulled off the shirt.

It was silent for a second, she hadn’t seen him in a while, he looked the same, well, almost the same. She looked at him, her eyes roaming, stopping at the scar last, she looked up at him. It wasn’t horrible, it was still him. She moved to sit up again and slowly reached out… He saw her, watched as her hand laid so her fingertips were barely touching it, right under his heart and next to the scar. She looked at it and then at him again.

“What are you thinking?” He asked, his eyes on her hand.

“I think,” she said slowly, her hand moving even slower up. She put her hand over the scar and let it stay there. She pushed him up and put her lips to the scar kissing gently around it. Moved back and looked up at him. “You’re still my husband, and you’re still, an absolute fucking handsome stud.” She looked up into his eyes, biting her lip and smiling at him.

He felt his heart pound… he pushed her down again immediately, “you’re perfect.” He kissed her and she giggled.

They moved in unison, clothes flying off until there was nothing but them and becoming one, and a tangle of limbs. Holding, and kissing one another as if the last thing they’d ever see was one another. Him holding onto her after the highs had come down…like she was the air he needed to breathe. Her holding onto him like he’d evaporate before her….just them. Here. At this moment. Together.

It felt like their first time again, loved as if it would be their last…. Her kisses are loving and feverish…. His kisses are bold and caring. Their hands intertwined as they moved.

After taking the proper after care…. They fell asleep with her on top of him and her face in his neck, sheets over them and his face in her hair as her hand rested on his scar and heartbeat.

The next morning… they had moved in their sleep but not too far from one another. She was on her belly arm around him, he laid on his side face buried into their bed.

Sunlight hitting his face as he woke up, he wasn't usually on this side of their bed so he woke up nearly blinding himself with the light. He groaned and turned his head to face her who was still soundly asleep. Smiling at how even after their–love making–moments she still looked as if she was an angel God had placed down on Earth. Specifically for him…what he had done to deserve her he had no idea but he’d accept her with wide open arms.

He smiled, her red hair a mess and sprawled around her, her eyes screwed shut tight. Her breathing slow and steady, her mouth a perfectly proportioned line. And her body covered in his kisses. He smiled wider, he moved closer and put a hand on the small of her back moving it up and down.

“Good morning.” He whispered and put a kiss on her forehead. She moved slightly when she started waking up, she moved towards the warmth of the body next to her and hummed. He chuckled and kissed the side of her head. “Wake up beautiful.” He whispered and felt her shiver.

“Your voice is hot in the morning.” She muttered, and moved, starting to open her eyes as she rolled onto her back. She looked up at him, her eyes still half closed.

He chuckled and moved to pull her close. He held onto her as she giggled when his hands moved to her ass. “My voice is what in the morning I couldn’t quite hear you sleeping beauty.”

She laughed again and moved as close as possible, her legs intertwining with his. He smiled and held her close as she wrapped around him again.

“Your voice is hot.” She said, put her head on his chest and sighed, she took the feel of him in.

“Yeah?” He smiled, putting his head on hers. His eyes closed momentarily as he put his nose in her hair. He smiled and kissed her head again.

“Mhm,” she hummed and put her face in his neck, smiling slightly. He smiled and squeezed her ass gently then moved his hands to her back and rubbed gently. “I love you.” She mumbled and put her hand over his scar again. She traced around it mindlessly.

He squeezed her side as she did that, an exhale escaping him. He wanted to stop her but he knew she just wanted to feel close to him. Her hand moved away, down to his stomach, over his side.

“Sorry, too much?”

He shook his head and moved to look at her.

“I’m sorry-”

She shook her head and cut him off.

“Baby steps, like when we started to be friends, and dating, I want to make this work for you again. Don’t apologize.”

He smiled at her tone of voice and kissed her head. He loved this woman.

“Okay, I won’t.”

She smirked and then kissed him once more and moved away.

“We need to get up…”

He groaned and looked at her then rolled onto her. “No.” She laughed as she now lay on her back.

“What do you mean no? You have work, and I have a party to clean up, then work myself–”

“I canceled last night–said I had a family emergency to Mare and she is going to cover for me. I’m staying home.”

She stared up at her husband, who was hovering her and smiling.

“Really?”

“Mhm, stay here, I’ll go make breakfast for Sil, and bring you some. Do you want a family day or do you want….” He leaned down and kissed her neck and nudged gently, smiling.

She hummed and shook her head. “I want family time so I will shower and get dressed okay?”

He smiled and nodded. “Okay, I love you.” He smiled and kissed her lips one last time. Then he got off her, then the bed. “I’ll take mine when you’re out in the living room.”

He got dressed and she watched as she got up and walked to their bathroom. On his way out she blew him a kiss and closed the door to their bathroom behind her as he left the bedroom in shorts and a gym t-shirt.

Their morning went perfectly and he made breakfast, cleaned the living room and everywhere while Silviana was eating. Juliette took a shower, she came out, dressed and went to eat. He took his shower while his wife and daughter played in the living room. Then once he was done, got dressed, then when he was ready they went to the park and let Silviana play. Went home and they returned to the original way they were.

Them, their perfect little triangle of a family.

Because the change in his ways had returned to normal.