it was a saturday morning. soft sun rays were hitting celia perfectly. giving her a beautiful, serine glowy look.

“i’m so lucky to call you mine.” you’d whispered, unaware that she was awake, and that she could in fact hear you

she rolled over and cuddled into you “god you’re such a sap. constantly.” but her smile was wide, she loved when you were like that, and you knew it. “i love you.” she leaned up to press a kiss on your jaw before snuggling closer into you