The next morning
Why… does this bed feel smaller than usual? I awake to the morning light shining into my eyes. When I open them, right in front of me is Harry’s face, still fast asleep.
“Ah!” Me pulling back so suddenly must have woken him, because Harry’s eyes open.
“What… the hell are you doing, this early in the morning.” Harry gets up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. My heart skips a beat at the sight of his bare shoulders and chest, and I toss the comforter at him. “Huh? There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. After all, we…”
“Don’t say it.”
“Or, are you saying that it’s all right for you to be naked, but not for me?” His eyes twinkle. I was so focused on him, I forgot that I was naked too. I tug on the covers, trying to get them back, but Harry holds them firmly in his hands, keeping them away.
“Let me have them!”
“So… what do you think I should do with these, huh?”
“God, you’re such a jerk!”
“What do you want me to do about it? This is all I’ve got.”
“You’re just making fun of me…”
“That being the case, we can just do this, right?” Harry tosses the comforter over the top of me. Then he jumps in underneath, so we’re both inside them together. “Damn… I’m really, really happy right now.”
“After all, I get to do this every day from now on.”
“Come on, real married couples sleep together, right?” A real married couple… I realize that Harry’s words have made me blush. Then, he kisses my cheek. “Good morning, my wife.”
Harry’s smile is dazzling. A Cheshire Cat smile if I ever saw one. Just seeing that face makes my heart flood with warmth. We’ve been through so much… thank God it was all for a day like today. I place my hand on his cheek, pull him closer and kiss him. And so, our first morning together was filled with the greatest, most wonderful joy.
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