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11. Morning kisses that are exchanged before either person opens their eyes, kissing blindly until their lips meet in a blissful encounter.

“Who’s idea was it to set an alarm?”

You groan and reach out for your phone, charging on the bedside table next to the soft, plush, queen sized bed. The decor of the room made you feel calm — the tropical theme that to match the island you were visiting. You’re grateful for the whirring of the air conditioning, knowing that as soon as you open the balcony doors, you’ll be met with a wave of heat. After shutting off the alarm, you were immediately met with the crashing of the waves outside of the window — along with the wind whooshing through the palm trees.

“Definitely yours.”

The alarm had been Luke’s idea, knowing that if you didn’t set one, you’d end up sleeping all the way through the first morning of your honeymoon. The night previous, he had been so determined to wake up for the sunrise, despite already feeling the jetlag of being in a different timezone. You knew there was no way it would happen though. Not on the first day. 

You peek one eye open to look at your husband, just as sleepy as you — legs tangled with yours, his blonde curls spread across the pillow. A heavy arm reaches out for you, landing across your stomach, pulling you against him. You chuckle as he says no words, just a mumble into your neck as he nuzzles his face into you. Your husband. You still haven’t got used to calling him that, a week after your wedding. Every time you look at him, you can’t believe how lucky you are — that he’s your forever. And you’re his too.

collect antiques from people and curate products for the store and help customers find the perfect item for them!!!! the store would be so cozy, lots of old furniture and pretty paintings and a record player that he plays a special selection of records he got from ash and cal on to set the vibe!!! he could even have petunia come into work w him and just sleep in the backroom or by the counter, he would have cups of tea with a pastry that he got from mike before coming in and worn books he reads on his break!! i feel like he would wear soft knit jumpers n worn jackets n plaid prints n maybe rings???? sigh i love luke he is a soft boy!!!! hope u dont mind me sharing my thoughts w you!!!!! the business world u have built makes my heart so giddy i love love love it

I LOVE all of that oh my goodness. It works so well with the little back story I thought up for him. So. Luke would’ve studied history in university but coming out of school he wouldn’t have known what he wanted to do. He’d maybe entertain the thought of the history museum but quickly reject it; it would just feel a little too institutional and stuffy for him. He’d think over being a history teacher but wouldn’t want to be confined to a set curriculum or teaching from a book. He’d find the stories of history much more compelling than the memorization of dates. He’s more into the why than the when and what. He’d spend a few months jumping from job to job just trying to find his way; it’d be pure luck that he stumbles into the antique store and even better luck that the elderly woman who runs it takes to him so completely. He’d keep going back to the shop, getting caught up in the stories of all the pieces that decorate the store. He’d find awe in the restoration process, find beauty in the forgotten and hang on every word of every story each piece tells. He’d quickly take up a position at the store, first just working the register for purchases, then being able to do trades (sort of like a pawn shop runs, customers could bring items to the store that the store would either purchase or trade for something of equal value). And then find himself thrust into a full time managerial position when the owner falls ill. She’d leave the store to Luke. He’d cherish her memory and run the store in her honor. Keeping it a place for the forgotten and unique.

“Luke,” You whispered, thumping his shoulder gently. “Your alarm went off twenty minutes ago.”

All you got was a groan in return, Luke snuggling deeper into the pillows and pulling the duvet further over his shoulders. This was one of the reasons the two of you didn’t stay over at eachother’s places during the week - it made it even more difficult for you to get out of bed.

“Mhm,” He mumbled, holding his arm out towards you without opening his eyes. “Come cuddle, babe.”

“No, Luke!” You tried to hard to fight the urge to snuggle up next to him, the warmth from his skin and the sleep ladened sheets tempting you back into the bed. You could already hear his phone vibrating, texts from the bands’ group chat to make sure each of them were up for the studio. “You’re gonna be late if you don’t get up in the next five minutes.”

“Just a little while longer, baby.” He would not take no for an answer as he wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you back into the bed, against his bare chest. You sighed in defeat, shaking your head against his shoulder as he hummed in contentment. “See, I knew you couldn’t resist me.”

They’re the closest sisters!!! I can imagine there’d be so many times where you or Luke would find them asleep in bed together, after Poppy had been reading to her and they just ended up falling asleep together🥺 Poppy is so smart & loves teaching people new things that she learns and Willow is great for that because she’ll just sit and listen to anything her big sister says, even if she doesn’t understand it. I imagine they’d do a lot of baking together too! It would literally obliterate the kitchen and would take a Long Time to clean but it’d be so worth it when you saw how much fun they were having. I think even from when Willow was a tiny baby Poppy would love helping out bathing or feeding her or trying to get her to sleep, so they just naturally grew up as close sisters from when Willow was born.

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