((Contains material of an adult nature.))
Dawn came and morning broke, and for the first time in two years, Gabi was still sleeping, her slumber unbroken by the squeals of two excited little boys who wanted nothing more than to bounce on her bladder before she had the chance to get to the bathroom. No, this morning was very different. Not only was she in a completely different house to her boys - who were, no doubt, transferring their morning's torture onto their grandfather in her absence - but she was in the arms of a man she was falling in love with. Wrapped close, she sighed softly in her sleep as the deepening sunlight touched her hair, nestling closer into George's arms.
The man beside her was still sleeping, as well, well past dawn, past the time when his alarm clock usually woke him to start his day. Fortunately, today was his day off so there was no reason for an alarm clock and no hurry getting out of bed. It was a good thing, too, because he looked as peaceful as an angel, no sign of nightmare or worry creasing his forehead or troubling his sleep.
Unfortunately, with her body so used to waking up at ungodly hours every day, Gabi was already stirring, rebelling against the desire to wake up with a low groan as her arms tightened around George's waist. She didn't want to wake up; she was comfortable and safe and warm, and there wasn't anyone trying to sit on her head with a full diaper.
He was usually a morning person, as well, and even on his day off, he rarely slept late. This morning, though, he'd fallen into an especially deep sleep, comforted by the warm body beside him, the hint of a smile on his face, even as the sun caressed their faces with its warm, golden light.
Some things, however, couldn't be put off forever. With a reluctant sigh, Gabi let her eyes blink open slowly, squinting a little in the sunlight as she found her gaze resting on the peaceful face above her. Sleepiness gave her smile a soft, unfocused sort of look as she took in how calm and at ease George seemed in sleep, a certain amount of pride there as she took a little credit for that peacefulness. She still didn't want to get up, though, instead nestling a little closer to brush a shy kiss to his jaw.
He murmured an unintelligible response in his sleep, more of a soft moan than anything resembling words. He was slow to awaken, smiling as he moved up through the layers of consciousness, as if some part of him was aware of her presence beside him, or maybe he had just been dreaming of her. Either way, when his eyes finally fluttered open to find her there beside him, his smile only softened, sleepy and content and at peace with the world. "Good morning," he greeted her, his voice a little rough and edgy with sleep.
Settling her cheek to his shoulder once again, Gabi's smile echoed his as he found his way to wakefulness from the sweet depths of sleep. "Morning," she murmured to him in answer, blissfully unaware of the tangled state of her hair for the moment, or the way her pajama top had ridden up to bunch beneath her breasts as they slept. "Sleep well?"
"Amazingly well," he replied, smiling, his own pajamas rumpled and wrinkled, his hair mussed from sleep. He lifted a hand to brush his fingers against her cheek. "You?" he asked, hoping she'd slept even half as well as him.
"Beautifully," was her own answer, just as truthful as his. She stretched gently against him, her cheeks lighting up in a blush as she realized the state of her pajamas, warm beneath the touch of his fingers. "I think it must have been the company."
"I won't argue with that. It was the best night's sleep I've had in some time," he replied, not quite realizing what was going on with her pajamas, but finding her blush and her mussed hair rather adorable. "Would you like to do something today' I have the day off."
"I would," she agreed softly. "Although ....if it involves going out, we may have to pop to the Grove to get me some clothes." Her blush deepened as her smile grew, acutely aware of how very little they both were wearing, pressed intimately close beneath the sheets. She wasn't worried about the boys, though she would naturally call home at a decent time to be sure everything was under control.
"Good point, unless you call your brother to make a delivery," he suggested, though he assumed she'd want to check in with the boys before long, and he didn't want to get in the way of that. He paused for a moment's consideration before continuing. "Perhaps we should include the boys. You did say I need to start spending more time with them."
Gabi actually seemed to pout at that idea. "Can't I have you to myself for the morning?" she asked him softly, sounding childishly selfish, even to her own ears. It had been a long time since she had been allowed to wake up on her own, and in the company of someone who touched her heart quite so deeply. Was it too much to ask for a few hours before she had to be Mummy again?
He found himself laughing lightly in amusement at the pout on her face. He had only been trying to include the boys because that was what he thought she might want. "Of course, you can, darling," he replied, leaning over to touch a kiss to the tip of her nose. "What would you like for breakfast' Coffee, tea, or me?" he teased.
Relaxing as he laughed, Gabi bit her lip, her blush returning at his tease. "Well, I know what I'd like," she murmured, just as teasing as he was. "But I'm not sure you'd think I was quite so suitable afterward if I go through with it." Those soft eyes of hers sparkled with mischief as she looked up at him, all kinds of naughty promises hidden in the brown depths as she dared him to misconstrue what she was innocently threatening to do to him.
"Hmm, wasn't it you who said you weren't ready to jump in with both feet yet?" he queried, a teasing twinkle in his soft blue eyes. "I'll have you know, Miss Granger, that despite my impeccable breeding and manners, I am no virgin."
"Oh, sweetheart, if I took advantage of you, you can be certain my feet would not be my most dangerous weapons," she laughed impishly. It seemed as though the shy, sweet Gabrielle Granger he was learning to know had a decidedly confident side when it came to flirting with a man when she was in bed with him. His comment on his less than virginal status made her giggle. "I would answer in kind, but you've met the evidence."
"Yes, well ....If my mother knew some of the things I've done, she would roll over in her grave," he said, letting her wonder about that, if she wanted to. The mention of his mother brought a small, brief frown to his face, but he didn't want to think about that now. "Do you think they'll like me" The boys, I mean," he asked, uncertainly. There was no reason to think they wouldn't; he'd had pretty good luck with them so far.
Gabi blinked in surprise; the context of the conversation led to some interesting hypotheses as to his experience to date, but he rather swiftly changed the subject. Her lips curved in a gentler smile. "I know they will," she promised him. "I won't say there won't be bumps along the way; they've never had to share me before. But I think you will all get along very well indeed."
Perhaps the question was purposely intended to change the subject; perhaps it wasn't. Either way, he was obviously concerned about how he got on with the boys as he'd hinted at as much more than once. Even more so, he was worried how her family and the boys' father would react to his involvement, but it wasn't going to scare him away. "What would you think about a picnic?" he asked, leaning against a propped up arm as he looked down at her.
Dawn came and morning broke, and for the first time in two years, Gabi was still sleeping, her slumber unbroken by the squeals of two excited little boys who wanted nothing more than to bounce on her bladder before she had the chance to get to the bathroom. No, this morning was very different. Not only was she in a completely different house to her boys - who were, no doubt, transferring their morning's torture onto their grandfather in her absence - but she was in the arms of a man she was falling in love with. Wrapped close, she sighed softly in her sleep as the deepening sunlight touched her hair, nestling closer into George's arms.
The man beside her was still sleeping, as well, well past dawn, past the time when his alarm clock usually woke him to start his day. Fortunately, today was his day off so there was no reason for an alarm clock and no hurry getting out of bed. It was a good thing, too, because he looked as peaceful as an angel, no sign of nightmare or worry creasing his forehead or troubling his sleep.
Unfortunately, with her body so used to waking up at ungodly hours every day, Gabi was already stirring, rebelling against the desire to wake up with a low groan as her arms tightened around George's waist. She didn't want to wake up; she was comfortable and safe and warm, and there wasn't anyone trying to sit on her head with a full diaper.
He was usually a morning person, as well, and even on his day off, he rarely slept late. This morning, though, he'd fallen into an especially deep sleep, comforted by the warm body beside him, the hint of a smile on his face, even as the sun caressed their faces with its warm, golden light.
Some things, however, couldn't be put off forever. With a reluctant sigh, Gabi let her eyes blink open slowly, squinting a little in the sunlight as she found her gaze resting on the peaceful face above her. Sleepiness gave her smile a soft, unfocused sort of look as she took in how calm and at ease George seemed in sleep, a certain amount of pride there as she took a little credit for that peacefulness. She still didn't want to get up, though, instead nestling a little closer to brush a shy kiss to his jaw.
He murmured an unintelligible response in his sleep, more of a soft moan than anything resembling words. He was slow to awaken, smiling as he moved up through the layers of consciousness, as if some part of him was aware of her presence beside him, or maybe he had just been dreaming of her. Either way, when his eyes finally fluttered open to find her there beside him, his smile only softened, sleepy and content and at peace with the world. "Good morning," he greeted her, his voice a little rough and edgy with sleep.
Settling her cheek to his shoulder once again, Gabi's smile echoed his as he found his way to wakefulness from the sweet depths of sleep. "Morning," she murmured to him in answer, blissfully unaware of the tangled state of her hair for the moment, or the way her pajama top had ridden up to bunch beneath her breasts as they slept. "Sleep well?"
"Amazingly well," he replied, smiling, his own pajamas rumpled and wrinkled, his hair mussed from sleep. He lifted a hand to brush his fingers against her cheek. "You?" he asked, hoping she'd slept even half as well as him.
"Beautifully," was her own answer, just as truthful as his. She stretched gently against him, her cheeks lighting up in a blush as she realized the state of her pajamas, warm beneath the touch of his fingers. "I think it must have been the company."
"I won't argue with that. It was the best night's sleep I've had in some time," he replied, not quite realizing what was going on with her pajamas, but finding her blush and her mussed hair rather adorable. "Would you like to do something today' I have the day off."
"I would," she agreed softly. "Although ....if it involves going out, we may have to pop to the Grove to get me some clothes." Her blush deepened as her smile grew, acutely aware of how very little they both were wearing, pressed intimately close beneath the sheets. She wasn't worried about the boys, though she would naturally call home at a decent time to be sure everything was under control.
"Good point, unless you call your brother to make a delivery," he suggested, though he assumed she'd want to check in with the boys before long, and he didn't want to get in the way of that. He paused for a moment's consideration before continuing. "Perhaps we should include the boys. You did say I need to start spending more time with them."
Gabi actually seemed to pout at that idea. "Can't I have you to myself for the morning?" she asked him softly, sounding childishly selfish, even to her own ears. It had been a long time since she had been allowed to wake up on her own, and in the company of someone who touched her heart quite so deeply. Was it too much to ask for a few hours before she had to be Mummy again?
He found himself laughing lightly in amusement at the pout on her face. He had only been trying to include the boys because that was what he thought she might want. "Of course, you can, darling," he replied, leaning over to touch a kiss to the tip of her nose. "What would you like for breakfast' Coffee, tea, or me?" he teased.
Relaxing as he laughed, Gabi bit her lip, her blush returning at his tease. "Well, I know what I'd like," she murmured, just as teasing as he was. "But I'm not sure you'd think I was quite so suitable afterward if I go through with it." Those soft eyes of hers sparkled with mischief as she looked up at him, all kinds of naughty promises hidden in the brown depths as she dared him to misconstrue what she was innocently threatening to do to him.
"Hmm, wasn't it you who said you weren't ready to jump in with both feet yet?" he queried, a teasing twinkle in his soft blue eyes. "I'll have you know, Miss Granger, that despite my impeccable breeding and manners, I am no virgin."
"Oh, sweetheart, if I took advantage of you, you can be certain my feet would not be my most dangerous weapons," she laughed impishly. It seemed as though the shy, sweet Gabrielle Granger he was learning to know had a decidedly confident side when it came to flirting with a man when she was in bed with him. His comment on his less than virginal status made her giggle. "I would answer in kind, but you've met the evidence."
"Yes, well ....If my mother knew some of the things I've done, she would roll over in her grave," he said, letting her wonder about that, if she wanted to. The mention of his mother brought a small, brief frown to his face, but he didn't want to think about that now. "Do you think they'll like me" The boys, I mean," he asked, uncertainly. There was no reason to think they wouldn't; he'd had pretty good luck with them so far.
Gabi blinked in surprise; the context of the conversation led to some interesting hypotheses as to his experience to date, but he rather swiftly changed the subject. Her lips curved in a gentler smile. "I know they will," she promised him. "I won't say there won't be bumps along the way; they've never had to share me before. But I think you will all get along very well indeed."
Perhaps the question was purposely intended to change the subject; perhaps it wasn't. Either way, he was obviously concerned about how he got on with the boys as he'd hinted at as much more than once. Even more so, he was worried how her family and the boys' father would react to his involvement, but it wasn't going to scare him away. "What would you think about a picnic?" he asked, leaning against a propped up arm as he looked down at her.