Leave a “Honey I’m home!” in my ask and I’ll write what I think married life for our characters would be like.
It was sunlight streaming through the gap of her curtains that woke her up. Someone had failed to close them completely shut the night before and it definitely wasn’t her. Groaning faintly, Hina shifted to shield her face but the damage had been done. It was morning now and she was awake.
Slowly, Hina opened her burgundy eyes and blinked in disbelief. The digital clock on her nightstand read: 7:43 AM. That couldn’t possibly be right. Even if it was her day off, this was wrong. She’d never slept in this late before! She had almost thrown off her warm covers and leaped off her bed, ready to start her day - if it wasn’t for the warm weight around her waist, pinning her in place.
She remembered now. Sanji had stayed the night.
And that thought alone had her settling down once more. It was rare to have her husband over - married life for the two of them was anything but conventional. They’d been married for just over two years now and she had still insisted on living apart. She knew Sanji hadn’t liked it. She was an independent woman. She liked her own space, did things her own way and hated sharing. Yet she loved Sanji and loved being his wife.
It had taken the man a few years just to get her to agree to the idea of marriage. Yet Sanji had persevered and succeeded - an impressive feat where many before him had failed. The man was a romantic, the sweetest of lovers and the kindest of friends. She hardly deserved a man like him, she knows.
Marriage wasn’t so bad…
The tranquil stillness that blanketed her bedroom was heavy and she didn’t dare to move lest she break it. She could feel Sanji beside her, fast asleep and warm. Funny, she didn’t feel crowded, sharing a bed with him - but she certainly did feel better. Cool December mornings were always unbearable to Hina - getting to work every morning took a lot out of her - but now, with Sanji pressed against her back, she didn’t mind so much.
So she stayed like this, watching time go past by the minutes, counting the seconds in accordance to the rhythm of Sanji’s gentle breathing.
Until finally, she herself was lulled back to sleep.
She had things planned that day.
But she couldn’t think of any other place she’d rather be.