Who slips into bed at two in the morning and immediately gets
wrapped in a hug and not let go?
Alex typed furiously, the ideas coming more easily to him now
than they’d done all day. His fingers couldn’t keep up with his mind; he was
desperate to finish this article… With finality, he tapped in the last period
of the article, sitting back with a satisfied sigh.
He checked the clock on his computer and sighed. It was two
in the morning. And he had to be at work by eight. Groaning quietly, he got out
of his desk chair and made his way down the hall, peering first into Mary’s
room. She was sleeping soundly, a book splayed next to her on the bed.
Alexander crept in, closing the book and putting it back on her shelf, kissing
her head gently, so as not to wake her.
He smiled softly to himself and left her room, turning off
the lights. He padded down the hallway then, to his own bedroom. Thomas was sleeping
soundly, his breaths even and melodic. Alex quickly shed his day clothes,
pulling on his pyjama bottoms, and crawled into bed next to his husband. As
soon as he was settled, Thomas rolled over, pulling Alex into an embrace.
“I didn’t mean to wake you,” Alex whispered apologetically.
“D’djou git th’ art’cle done?” Thomas muttered sleepily, and
“Yes,” he mumbled back, tucking himself further into his
husband’s embrace. “All done. Now go to sleep.”
“M’kay,” Thomas murmured and soon had fallen unconscious once
more. Alex smiled against his husband’s dark skin, placing a small kiss there.
There were few things he enjoyed more than Thomas’ sleepy cuddles.