The Morning After

“Good morning,” I hear, and I let out a yawn as I open my eyes. My lover smiles down at me, reaching over to kiss my forehead. They are reading a book, and the lift their arm for me to snuggle up against them as they keep reading. I don’t hesitate to dive in for extra sleep, but my excitement keeps me awake.

“What do you want to do today?” I murmur, tracing my fingers over their stomach. The book closes. I close my eyes to the sound of their humming.

“Are we celebrating?” they say, and I can’t help but to smile into their skin. I place a few kisses on their side as I shift to pop my head back up.

“Oh, do you have something to celebrate?” I flirt, and my gaze shifts from their grin to their hand, where my ring glistens on their finger.

“I do.” They say, and god help me I already hear wedding bells. They lean in for a kiss and I can’t stop smiling.

“Well,” I say, “Anything for my fiancé.” They shift and sit upright and place my hands on their cheeks to kiss their forehead. I hope there aren’t tears in my eyes, but who knows.

“Hey,” they say softly, and I know I’m already crying again.

“I just love you so much,” I say, “and now I get to look forward to waking up with you every morning for the rest of my life.”

“Except for Friday, since I have my work trip.” I laugh with them, and they kiss my forehead. “but most mornings.” They grin cheekily and I lift their left hand to kiss it. Then I lower it to the bed, lacing our fingers. I push them back.

“Most mornings then.”