The soft, golden morning light spills through the sheer curtains of the bedroom, covering you in a comforting warmth, slowly drawing you out of sleep. You curl into yourself, pulling the puffy sheets higher as you fight off waking, the drawls of sleep having its claws buried deep in your brain.

That is, until you feel a gentle squeeze around your waist as your back presses against something solid and warm, followed by the hum of something sweet by your ear with warm lips pressed to your shoulder in a series of sleepy kisses.

Your husband must have sensed you stir, because you cannot remember a single moment in the seven years you two have been together where he’s woken you up before you were ready.

“Good morning, baby…” Niall murmurs lowly, his voice gruff with sleep as he continues to pepper your skin with gentle kisses.

You let out a tired hum in response, eyes still shut as you melt into him, not quite ready to fully wake up. He chuckles, nuzzling his face into your neck, taking a deep breath as he basks in the soft morning light with you.

You two lie like this for a while, his form molded around your own, as if the rest of the world will only wake up when you both decide it should. The only sounds are the two of you breathing, mixed with the faint static of the baby monitor sitting on the nightstand you two haven’t bothered to put away yet.

Niall stirs behind you, and you feel his lips starting to kiss along your shoulder again, slowly, reverently, kissing down your arm a bit before moving back up. He carefully maneuvers you so you’re lying on your back, his hand rubbing up and down your thigh as his lips move to your collarbone. A tired chuckle leaves your lips, your eyes fluttering open for the first time this morning to watch him.

“What on earth are you doing?” you mumble with a smile on your lips, running your hand through his messy brown hair as his eyes look up into yours.

“Just admiring how stunning my wife looks in the morning, and how lucky I am to get you all to m’self..” He murmurs, shifting so he’s hovering over you, a sleepy grin on his face as his eyes trace your features. He acts the same way he did the first week after you two got married; as if he can’t believe it really happened. And he’s always been that way, treating every day, every moment as a blessing of its own. Because to him it really is.

You’re still half asleep as he starts kissing down your body again, lips moving over the old worn t-shirt of his that you’re wearing as his warm hands slip under the hem, rubbing up and down your sides, gently squeezing on occasion.

“Baby, come on, don’t tease me… Sofie’s gonna wake up any minute now, we should get up.” You say, sitting up and leaning back on your elbows as you try and tilt his head up. Sofie, your two-year-old little girl slept perfectly through the night last night, which for you just means she’ll wake up as a ball full of energy sooner rather than later.

He looks up at you, a small pout on his lips like a kid who just got candy taken away from him, thumb gently rubbing back and forth on your thigh. “C’mon, love, it’s still early. She usually isn’t up for at least another fifteen minutes… just let me have a taste, that’s all ‘m asking for.”

Niall kisses all over you, trying to coax you into caving, knowing your weaknesses. “Please, sweetheart… let me make you feel good…”