silly fluffWhen Xander comes back to bed, Millie is still snoring softly, curled in on herself beneath the covers. Dawn is just beginning to break, and light streams in through a crack in the curtains. Her round cheeks glow a rosy gold – she’s cherubic, he thinks as he crawls into bed beside her.
Xander normally sleeps on his back, but this morning, he lays on his side so he can admire Millie further. Her nose twitches; she must be dreaming. He lays still and watches her for a moment. My girl, he muses fondly.
He can’t help himself. He places a hand on her cheek. Millie rouses slightly, then nuzzles into his palm.
Xander’s heart breaks in adoration.
He scoops her up then, regretting it when he realizes he might wake her, but he’s so in love that his body moves before his mind. Millie squeaks. Xander shushes her, kisses her forehead, plays with her soft brown hair. “Mousey, I’m sorry,” he murmurs. “You were just too cute.”
“Mmm. Love you.” Millie snuggles right up against him and sighs into the crook of his neck. She’s already drifting back to sleep, if she was ever truly awake to begin with.
“I love you, too.” His own eyes drift closed, and his chest feels warm, like the sun is shining between his ribs. I love you too, always.