sundays
little sunday afternoon Jake blurb because all i want is to curl up and take a nap with him..
You woke this morning a bit earlier than you usually would on a Sunday, but for a good reason. Scrolling through your phone yesterday afternoon, you found an advertisement for a local farmer’s market that you and Jake had been promising to visit since you moved to the new town. You were intent on going, hopping out of bed and excitedly dressing for the day.
The only downside was, this would be a solo date today. Jake had gotten back from the studio much later than usual last night– 3:15 if you remember correctly.
At any rate, you had decided to let Jake rest instead of dragging him around with you.
Browsing around the market, you found so many things by local artisans you knew Jake would love, promising the vendors that your boyfriend would be back with you the following weekend to check it out.
You grabbed a few produce items on your way out, hoping to be able to forgo your grocery trip for at least a few more days.
While you walked, you wondered what Jake was doing– if he had gotten out of bed or not, hoping he was well-rested, whatever he was doing.
Arriving home you made gentle movements, trying to stay quiet as best you could, just in case.
Putting your items away, you made note that you didn't hear him stirring within the house. No new lights had been turned on, and the coffee you had made was still resting at the same measure marker it had been after your cup.
Using the lightest step you could manage, you made your way to your shared room, easing the door open gently, soft snores immediately sounding from inside the room
Easing over to him, you crawl up onto the bed, sitting on your knees next to him, admiring his sleeping form– sprawled out on his stomach, head resting on one arm, while the other is thrown across your vacant side of the bed, his hair laying out in every direction.
Reaching your hand out, you run your fingers over his arm, lightly scratching the skin there. He stirs just slightly at the touch, letting out a sleepy groan. Hoping to wake him more, you bend your head down toward him to whisper in his ear, “Good morning sleeping beauty.” Adding a light kiss to the tip of his ear before pulling away.
Being awake just enough to give you a tired grin, he moved his free hand to grab yours, lacing your fingers together. Squinting up at you, he yawned, rolling over onto his back and stretching the arm he had been laying on over his head. “What time is it?”
Watching him in this half-awake state caused your heart to grow even softer, smiling lovingly down at him. “It’s around eleven, I just got back home. You hungry? Want me to make you something?”
Ignoring your question, he gave a confused look, “Got back home? From where?”
“That farmer’s market we’ve been eyeing. You're going to love it.” You knew he may not like that answer, and braced for a passive-aggressive comment.
Instead, he groaned, lifting his whole upper body off the bed to wrap his arms around you, effectively pulling you down on top of him.
He nuzzled his chin into the top of your head, allowing you to snuggle your face into his neck, giving it a gentle kiss.
“I’m glad you enjoyed it baby, I can't wait to go back with you next time.” You smiled into him hearing his reply, and went to speak, but he beat you to it.
“I am gonna need some form of repayment from you though. You know, leaving your poor helpless boyfriend here all by himself,” he giggled.
Having expected some comment of this nature to begin with, you just smiled, tilting your head up to look at him, “Yeah? And what might my poor helpless boyfriend need?”
Rolling his eyes, he met your gaze, then let his eyes fall shut, “About two more hours. Right here. Just like this.”
Absolutely loving the sound of that, you cuddled up to him that much closer, allowing him to fully engulf you with his body, “Sounds great to me.”
You let the room fall silent for a moment, then spoke up again, “Are you sure you're not hungry? Because I can go make us a something real qui–”
“Shhhhhhh shhh,” he cut you off, “Just stay here. Please.”
Please. That one word from his mouth would cause you to do anything he asked.
So you stayed right where you were, not that it was a problem with you. You had always loved Sunday afternoon naps with him.
Tilting your head up, you placed a light kiss to his jaw, receiving a hum of response and a tight squeeze of his arms around you. “I love you, y/n.”
You knew he meant it, and you were so glad he did, “I love you, Jake.”
You stayed there, curled up in his arms, your head on his chest, his head on yours, basking in the early afternoon light that streamed through the blinds.
You lay there, listening to his deep breathing, and light snores.
Marveling at the fact that you were the one who gets to love him, and the one who gets to be loved by him.
Wondering how you got so lucky.
Wishing every day could be just like this.
Wishing every day could be Sunday.
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