“Nutella, wake up,” Storm whispered as he gently brushed the hair from Hazel’s face. “Time to get off the couch and get to bed.”
Hazel moaned and stretched, her bleary eyes slowly coming into focus. “Good morning,” she answered lazily.
“Good night,” Storm said, grabbing her leg in his arms. “There’s something I want to talk about.”
Hazel squirmed as he tickled her awake, trying to get out of his reach. “What can’t wait for tomorrow?” she gasped between laughs.
“We haven’t set a wedding date. When do you want to get married?”
“Is it already too late to get married today?” She finally escaped from his tickling grasp and lunged herself against him in a warm hug. “How about tomorrow?”
“Tomorrow it is then,” he said, leaning down onto the couch with Hazel in his arms. “We’ll go to city hall.”