harry said he likes routines and i'm just imagining his and the missus' morning and night routines and him not leaving the bed without a kiss or going to bed without a kiss
Their morning routines are very much similar every single day; only ever changing if Harry had a free day and felt the need to stay in bed for longer in the mornings or if the missus was feeling particularly good and chose to wake up earlier than 7am.
They wake up under the sheets as soon as his alarm clock shrieks out that it’s 7am and it’s time to get up for the day, their legs tangled together with the missus’ arms wrapped around his torso as they lay with her chest pressed to his bare back; the both of them always finding a way to spoon through the middle of the night. He’s the first one out of bed. Roaming the bedroom and making his way towards the wardrobe where he rummages for an outfit to dress in, appropriate to the weather outside, and formal enough in case he had impromptu meetings with his management. And the missus is always the last one out of bed. Whining into her pillow about how she hated that he had to be such a morning person, and that he could stay in bed for longer because he was never out the house before nine thirty. When she does find a way to get out of bed, usually with a tickle to her foot as Harry passes the bed on his way to the bathroom or a kiss to her lips after she’d whined about him leaving her alone for the day, she joins him at the bathroom sink where they brush their teeth together and make their faces less oily and look much cleaner, bumping hips with one another, stepping playfully on one anothers toes, and smirking with froth-covered lips as they glance at one another in the mirror. (If they’re a good few months into being married, they go to the point of even going for a wee whilst the other stays in the room; but that’s only if they felt like they were soon to burst).
Breakfast is always a mess. Harry chooses to go for the simple porridge with a few sliced bananas and honey drizzled on the top, where the missus chooses to go for the greasiest breakfast possible; sometimes it’s a fried breakfast with everything that can be included and sometimes it’s bacon and sausages muffins or scrambled egg on toast. Something that requires more time and effort to be put into it, but, something that always makes Harry envious over - because it just looks so much better than his porridge and bananas. So she ends up feeding him forkfuls or bites of her food, regardless of having to do it everyday. But they never leave one another without a kiss - one that’s passionate, full of lust, breath-taking and enough to last the whole day, leaving tingles on the lips and excitement in their bellies to continue kissing when the night arrives - and a cuddle on the front door step. Promising to see one another at lunch and making plans to stay in and watch reality telly until they fall asleep.
But when it comes to the night-time, they’re very much different in regards to what they do in terms of a routine.
Dinner is just like normal. They slice the ingredients together, cook it together, dance around the room to the radio playing, and they liked to dish up the other’s plate, before taking it to the table and cracking open a bottle of wine. They spoke about their days, what they’d gotten up to once they left each other that morning, sharing stories, some funny and some sad, about what happened at specific times and to people around them, before reminding each other that they had a dinner in Cheshire to go to with his family on Thursday and a reunion in Surrey at the weekend to see her family.
And where Harry likes to sit down after dinner and relax, maybe having a quick after-dinner snooze, kicking his feet up on the sofa and slouching down as the telly played a random show that was playing as background noise, the missus likes to plan blog-posts ahead of schedule and make plans with people who were helping her; whether they be people she knew and asked to make an appearance in one of her recipe try-outs or whether they be people she’s heard about and asked to show their face to model in her photography. She’s typing away on her laptop and calling people on her phone whilst Harry lounges on the sofa, in a comfy outfit that he’d changed into as soon as he was done for the day, texting and sending himself an email about what he needed to do tomorrow so he knew what he day had entailed.
It’s when they go to sleep at night when their routines match up.
They take a shower one after the other, or sometimes they take a bath together but that only depends on how they feel and how tired they really are, before meeting at the vanity to wash their faces, and once every other night is when they would stick on a face-mask to cleanse their skin, and brush their teeth before changing into the pyjamas and climbing into bed. Fluffing up their pillows and removing any of the pillows used for show, setting them at the end of the bed, before cosying down and laying by lamplight. The missus doing her usual routine of watching him as he sticks his glasses on and reads a couple of Bukowski poems to her, their toes mingling under the comforter as she snickers at all the innuendos and nibbles on his ear when she’s feeling particularly riled up by one of the pieces of writing he loved to read. And they end the night kissing in the dark. Their lips moving together and the kiss-smacking sound being the only sound that could be heard before they whispered their goodnights to one another and fell asleep, noses almost touching and foreheads close. xx