a/n: I don’t even have a summary for this, it was so short and it was kinda of spur of the moment. I wrote this, half dead after watching Dare to Live last night and I just kinda don’t know what to do with it, so enjoy. pls give me feedback
He waited for her. And God, it was one of the best decisions he has ever made. A few years back, he fell in love with her. Fell in love with her amazing personality, the goodness of her heart, the pitch of her laugh, her morality, the color of her eyes when the sun hits her face just right, the shade her hair gets when it’s under a certain brightness, the fact that she was easily amused by little things, her optimism. There was a lot more reasons. He could probably write a book about why he fell in love with her.
At that time, she wasn’t ready for a significant other in her life. She wanted to become stable and achieve everything she wanted to do, without worrying about another significant other. He respected that and decided he would wait and be her best friend. He wanted to wait to confess his feelings until he felt she was ready.
Turned out, she loved him too. She just wasn’t ready when he confessed–He decided to wait for her again. Instead of trying to find somebody else, he waited by focusing on his now peaking music career, achieving his dreams, make a name for himself, and making his family proud. They eventually drifted apart, but he waited faithfully and patiently.
As people say, good things come to those who wait and if two people are meant to be, they will find their way to each other. And that’s exactly what happened. They found each other again–and they could not be anymore perfect for each other as they were when their paths met. She was more successful than ever, being the CEO of a big company that she built herself out of scratch. He was a musician, well known all over the world and was very well respected–his career was at its highest peak ever.
Catching up between two best friends turned into a date and a lot more dates after that until they were official. After that, the rest was history. It wasn’t a straight, well paved, narrow road. On the road to where they are now, there was a lot of hills, valleys, bumps, holes, curves, traffic, some detours. But they finally hit their destination, and at the end game, they were still in for the ride.
Laying right there with his arms around her naked body, his joy was overflowing. He would never forget how beautiful she looked as she slept, using his bare chest as a pillow. Her hair tickling his bare chest every time she moves her head. Her lips was slightly open, letting soft snores out in the quiet room.
The tip of his fingertips were running up and down her back. Barely touching her her soft, warm skin. He was feeling her in his arms, making sure that what they shared the night before wasn’t a dream. That she is really his now, and he is hers; In the eyes of the people, their friends, their parents, and most importantly, God. The ring on both of their fingers proved that.
He saw every piece of her. All of her beautiful stretch marks, scars, freckles, and birthmarks. He has seen, uncovered, and kissed every single one of them–he would never get tired of doing that over and over again.
Just like how the sun continues to shine down, showering the earth with rays of light; he continued watching her and tracing her skin. The sun’s light was starting to ooze into the room, it directly hit her hair. Making it the shade that was one of the reasons he fell in love with her.
The light just kept on moving, hitting her closed lids. He watched her inhale deeply as she woke up due to the bright light hitting her eyelids. The first thing she saw that morning were a pair of gorgeous hazel brown eyes staring down at her with an adoring look in his eyes. It made her feel kind of shy, he just seen every bit of her imperfection. But at the same time, she was excited to wake up every morning next to this divine mess of curly brown hair and captivating brown eyes of a greek-god like man.
Right when she opened her eyes, he hitched a breath. The sun was hitting her face a certain angle, making her eyes a certain shade. He didn’t know how else to describe it aside from, he didn’t know her eyes would get more enticing. There was something about when her cheeks turned a very light shade of crimson and smiled at him when she noticed that he was staring at her.
For him, the morning sun’s light was hitting the room at the most perfect angles. The world just paused all around him for a second. He would never forget how she looked right now, it took his breath away.
“Shawn, stop staring at me like that.” Her voice came out raspy, for the obvious reasons. He thought it was sexy.
“Good morning, Mrs. Mendes.” He teased, making her blush. His voice was a lot more deeper than it was. It made her feel some type of way.
“Let’s not get out of bed.” She announced and snuggled closer to him, feeling his warmth. He laughed and agreed, continuing to trace her skin.