Can I order some late night stephew cuddles with extra fluff and no angst? You're gonna add angst anyway somehow. Just don't let anyone die.
Over the years, Stephanie has become accustomed to the habits her husband kept. The little quirks that made Matthew Patrick the man she loved were oddly adorable. Things she’d hate on other people just… worked with Matt. His habit of walking around without both socks, the loudness, the theatricality, all the details that came with him were almost entirely lovable and just made Stephanie’s days that much more exciting and interesting.
That being said, there were some habits that were harder to love than others.
Beside her, Steph heard Matt let out a low groan and roll over again. Ever the ruminating type, Matthews brain had a nasty tendency towards working hard even when work was done. Insomnia has plagued the man for as long as Stephanie had known him, his brain stuck in a nearly unbreakable loop of thoughts until he finally managed to exhaust himself and pass out for the night. The Diet Coke addiction hadn’t been started on just the taste, but rather the caffeine needed to cover up sleepless nights. As a light sleeper herself, Stephanie had resigned herself to a lot of equally sleepless nights the day they’d moved in together. The sleeplessness had calmed down since they came began sharing a bed, but even then there were still bad nights where sleep evaded them for hours and no amount of tossing or turning helped. Like now, for example.
“What’s on repeat tonight?” She asked softly and rolled over to face Matt. The room was dark enough that she could only barely make out the shadowy arch of his nose, the way his dark eyes stared back at her in exhaustion. “Keep running over my notes for tomorrow’s meeting.” Stephanie let out a quiet noise of sympathy at the tiredness in her husbands voice and reached over to gently pat his arm. “Anything I can do to help?” Matthew went silent for a moment and Steph waited, used to his reluctant when it came to help. ‘Even if I know my proper Matthew Matienence better than he does.’
“….hold me?” The quiet request wasn’t an unusual one, Stephanie knew that Matthew was most at peace when he had something or someone to help keep him grounded when his brain moved too fast. She’d held her husband through many nightmares and panic attacks and nights just like these. Wordlessly, she rolled onto her back and shuffled closer, letting Matt rest his head just over her heart and wrap his arms around her waist. “Comfy?” Stephanie asked and draped one arm around his shoulders, letting her free hand come to rest on his head. “Always.” He replied, his voice already sounding more tired.
Matt’s eyelashes tickled her collarbone as his eyes drifted shut, his arms squeezing Stephanie in a gentle hug. “Thank you.” Steph just smiled, running her fingers through his perpetually messy hair (she wouldn’t admit it, but she did love Matt with his rage hair when it was all fluffy and out of place, his bed head was no different). “You don’t have to thank me, I like holding you.” She whispered.
Her hand drifted down from Matthew’s head, her fingertips lightly tracing the curve of his cheek and brushing over stubble. Her hand rested against his jaw and Stephanie’s thumb stroked against his skin. “You’re the best.” She heard him breath sleepily. “You deserve the best.” She replied just as softly, letting her own eyes drift closed and feeling sleep sink into her warm and comforting like the feeling of her husband breathing gently against her skin.