The soft chirping of birds fills the air as sunlight spills through the thin curtains, casting a warm, golden glow over the room. I squint against it, turning over in bed, hoping for just a few more moments of peace.
The wooden floor creaks as I shift, breathing in the faint smell of the cool morning air.
My blanket's half-off, but I don't bother pulling it up; the day's already nudging me awake.
With a groan, I blink open my eyes and stare at the ceiling, wishing I could stay here, tucked away in the comfort of the morning stillness.
But it's no use—I'm up.
The first thing I did when I was fully up was turn around and look at the empty side of the bed, looking for my husband, but he was nowhere to be seen in the room and his side was empty.
I hate waking up and not finding him beside me but also, I know he usually wakes up before me to make me breakfast.
He's the most caring husband I have ever seen.
And I'm so lucky to have him.
The first thing I did was go to the bathroom that was attached to the room where I was sleeping.
I stood there at the sink looking at my 5 foot 11 inch figure, my dark brown, almost black messy hair was flying all over the place due to how much I kept turning in my sleep.
I took a quick shower, washed my teeth and face, and then headed downstairs to the kitchen where I could hear my dear husband making me breakfast.
I stood there by the door if it was possible, my eyes would probably turn into heart shapes while looking at him, standing there in the middle of the kitchen busy frying something in the pan.
I didn't even care what he was doing. I only cared about him standing in front of me at this point.
My husband is my fated mate.
His name is Damon White, 6'5" tall, with broad shoulders, tattoos all over his body wide shoulders, and huge biceps that could crush my skull if he wanted to, bare-chested, only wearing sweatpants that hugged his muscle ass and thighs so beautifully that I could almost feel myself drooling while watching him from the back.
While steering something in the pan, I could see his muscles flexing, and those veins all over his arms, his black hair that fell on his neck like silk, seemed damp from his morning shower.
" Good morning, my love." Without turning around, Damon said in his rich husky voice, in that delicious British accent, he could sense me standing behind him through our mating bond.
I didn't answer him right away instead, I walked to him, circling my arms around his waist, making sure to let my hand caress his toned, hard abs that make me droll every time I see him.
I advanced closer to him until I could feel my naked exposed chest touching his naked back, leaving a kiss on his muscled shoulder then I rested my head on his back because that was all I could reach due to our height difference.
Without looking at his face, I could feel him smiling at my kiss and hug through our bond.
"How did you sleep, love?" he asked me again while walking toward the counter to start arranging the food on the plates.
I kept hugging him, walked right with him, and answered in my sleepy tone. " I slept very well, but I wanted to wake up next to you. You weren't there when I woke up."
I bit my lip and loosened my arms around his waist when I felt him trying to turn around, and he did in fact, turn around to cup my face, leaning closer to me.
"There is nothing I wouldn't give to wake up next to you every morning." he paused to kiss my forehead and then said " I tried to make breakfast as fast as possible, but I failed to finish it fast enough. Forgive me, love."
I just love this man.
I love him so much.
" it will cost you more than a kiss for me to forgive you." I pouted pretending to be mad at him when I wasn't.
Maybe a little upset because I woke up without him, but I can never stay mad at him.
But I love it when he spoils me.
He pulled me closer by my waist, leaning in closer and breathing into my neck.
I could feel my legs turning into jelly, if he wasn't holding my waist so tightly, I would have probably ended up on the floor.
There is something about mates and the mating mark.
When our mates get close to the mark on our necks, it becomes the most sensitive part of our whole bodies.
" I will take my baby to his favorite restaurant tonight, and I will also take him to the arcade and bring him home and give him the best massage in the world and pamper him all day long. How does that sound?"
He whispered in my neck close to my ear, while his warm strong hands were moving all over my body.
Just told me how can I not forgive him?
But I kept pretending to be very hard to get because I knew my spoiled brat and sassy self liked to be spoiled by his husband and treated like a prince.
"We'll see about that but now I need to go to work." I tried.
I tried to act like I wasn't affected by his touch as I broke from his hold and walked back to the dining table to sit and watch him. My heart starts racing each time he touches me.
I just can't help it even though we've been together for over five years, I still feel the sparkle like it's the first time whenever he gets close to me or touches me.
I noticed he was smiling and looking at me before getting our plates from the counter and bringing his coffee and mine.