Early Mornings: Isaac Lahey
an Isaac part to this series was requested so
here it is :)
The only reason I woke up at five thirty on the floor was because there was no Great Wall of Isaac to keep me from rolling right off the bed like there usually was. Groaning, I pushed myself up and rested my forehead against the side of the mattress. What a way to start the day, huh?
“Um, babe?” My head jerked up. The bathroom door was open; light was pouring into our dark bedroom with such intensity that I had to squint to see. “What are you doing down there?”
“Is this another short joke or are you actually wondering why I’m on the floor?” I grumbled. Laughing softly, Isaac turned off the light and padded over to me, bending at the knees to scoop me up like a rag doll.
“I’m actually concerned. Did you fall?” He set me down gently before sliding under the covers himself. I instantly snuggled into him, nuzzling his bare chest with my nose as I murmured, “Yes.”
He laughed again. I sent him a glare. “Sorry, sorry. You’re just too cute. But you are okay, aren’t you?”
“I’m fine.” I yawned. “I’m just cold. Cuddle me, damn it.” This sent him into another fit of laughter as he complied, wrapping me in his arms.