Maeve
They form a new norm. A routine that’s so easy to fall in to, the queen is left to wonder how they ever existed outside of out. Harper wakes earlier than she does, preparing their breakfast, making her tea, and getting Edmund off to school before he returns to see her and Jude off before he tends to his own work. Jude stays with Maeve, spending his days on her hip or in his bassinet in her office when she cannot hold him. He thrives with the two of them. Each day growing a bit more. Each night is ended with a bedtime story and with Maeve in Harper’s arms, telling him everything about her day, not daring to leave out a single detail when it came to Jude. These talks are often ended with a kiss goodnight before she nuzzles against his chest, falling asleep wrapped in his arms, but other times it's finding comfort in each other's bodies.
They don’t talk about what they’re doing. Simply choosing to exist. It works for them.
That’s why it doesn’t surprise her when he pulls her close after another day, murmuring intentions of taking time just for them against her curls as he molds himself to her back, tucking her smaller frame against his front. Maeve had tried to get a hint out of him. Attempting to entice him with kisses and wandering hands, whispered bribes against the curve of his throat, but eventually she had let it be. Instead following behind him with a sigh, curling up in his arms and getting some of the best sleep she’s had in ages.
It’s with gentle kisses pressed to her face that rouses her the next morning. Grumbling softly at being awoken and attempting to roll over to bury her face into the pillow, but finding herself unable to resist his affections, the Nightshade comes to. Sleep heavy arms wrap around his neck and she slowly blinks awake, curls tousled as she looks up at him with hazy jade eyes. ”You’re lucky I love you so much.” The queen huffs affectionately, tugging him down for a lazy kiss, humming against his lips before she draws back to look up at him. He seems lighter than he has in weeks and it brings a new warmth to her bones. They're good for each other. It becomes clearer with each passing day.
”Tell me, darling, what have you planned for us today?” She asks, releasing him to sit up against the pillows, instantly reaching for the tea and sighing as it warms her throat once she takes a sip. It's just the way she likes it. A splash of cream, finished with her lavender honey, and cooled enough that she doesn't burn herself on it.
They don’t talk about what they’re doing. Simply choosing to exist. It works for them.
That’s why it doesn’t surprise her when he pulls her close after another day, murmuring intentions of taking time just for them against her curls as he molds himself to her back, tucking her smaller frame against his front. Maeve had tried to get a hint out of him. Attempting to entice him with kisses and wandering hands, whispered bribes against the curve of his throat, but eventually she had let it be. Instead following behind him with a sigh, curling up in his arms and getting some of the best sleep she’s had in ages.
It’s with gentle kisses pressed to her face that rouses her the next morning. Grumbling softly at being awoken and attempting to roll over to bury her face into the pillow, but finding herself unable to resist his affections, the Nightshade comes to. Sleep heavy arms wrap around his neck and she slowly blinks awake, curls tousled as she looks up at him with hazy jade eyes. ”You’re lucky I love you so much.” The queen huffs affectionately, tugging him down for a lazy kiss, humming against his lips before she draws back to look up at him. He seems lighter than he has in weeks and it brings a new warmth to her bones. They're good for each other. It becomes clearer with each passing day.
”Tell me, darling, what have you planned for us today?” She asks, releasing him to sit up against the pillows, instantly reaching for the tea and sighing as it warms her throat once she takes a sip. It's just the way she likes it. A splash of cream, finished with her lavender honey, and cooled enough that she doesn't burn herself on it.
the only heaven I'll be sent to
is when I'm along with you
is when I'm along with you
