I have a habit of waking up too early and then getting tired in the middle of the day.
Even though Gabriel knows me waking up early means me getting irritable in the noon demanding to nap, he'd still force himself out of his slumber to entertain me. I don't think he's ever tried to convince me to go back to sleep.
He'd always rather drag himself up, greet me in the most loving way only he can, and bring me out. And it's really one of those things that I only appreciate now in hindsight.
How very lucky I am.
It was lunch, The Jungle Book, dinner and Hercules today.
I think I've never really met a man like him. Most of the men I dated didn't enjoy animated films. They'd sooner shoot themselves in the foot than watch one. But Gabriel actively campaigned to watch The Jungle Book. I'm dating a dad.
Sidenote: is it weird that I like calling him daddy?
Yikes my issues grow by the day.
Also he kissed my shoulders a lot when I was packing my parcels to be delivered. And he grabbed my ass a lot in his sleep. And he kissed me a lot when he peeked through his eyelids a little bit asking for water in the middle of the night. And he hugged me a lot when he woke up for work.
What a nice end to my week.
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