It was still hard to believe you were his, forever to hold, to love.

Life hadn’t come easy for anyone, but especially not Nicholas. He had never imagined having a family of his own, not like this. It was always something he had wanted, bur never dared to hope for. He grew up an orphan, he knew the cruelty of the world from a young age. Despite his scars, his baggage, the battle he’s had yet to fight, you had loved him. He wasn’t sure what you saw. Why you married him.

But, God, he would never complain. Not when he had his own little family now, he had to take care of you, he had to make sure you were well loved. His arms were wrapped around your waist, his hooked nose pressed into the nape of your neck. He needed the smell of you, the feel of you, all of you.

Nicholas would never dare be so sappy in front of his quaint group of friends. He sighed into your skin, pressing a feather light kiss, tugging you closer against his chest. His hand trailed up across your side, his legs entangled with your own. “G’morning, angel..” He murmured huskily against your shoulder, moving his hand to lace your fingers together. Selfishly, he wanted to hold onto you forever, live in the domesticity.

“Do ya need me to make breakfast?” He murmured softly, his eyes still closed. Nicholas wanted to enjoy the moment, to soak it in and enjoy your warmth seeping through your clothes.