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My eyes slowly drifted open, the sunlight pouring in from the windows that sat adjacent to our bed.
Jay was cuddled over me, his head buried in my chest with his right arm and leg slung over the lower part of my body. He was so peaceful— almost as if he was a painting captured in a moment of pure bliss.
I reached my arm up and ran my fingers through his hair, getting out all of the tangles that must have stirred up in his sleep.
I didn’t have work, and if that wasn’t a more relaxing thought, then I don’t know what was.
Since that was the case, I wanted nothing more than to just stay here forever. Maybe if I closed my eyes— but no, then I wouldn’t be able to watch over Jay.
In a strange roundabout way, I was the one watching Jay regularly now.
I made sure he didn’t slip down that dark tunnel again, because I knew all too well how easy it was to fall down it myself.
To be honest, I completely understand why he was so intent on watching me and my life when he found me again. Yes, it still felt creepy in a lot of aspects, but it was understandable.
You can find yourself a lot easier based on the observations you make about other people, oddly enough.
I thought about this as I sat there, preening Jay’s hair.
Suddenly, Jay shifted and I lifted my arm up, waiting for his next movement. Jay’s legs stretched out as if he was beginning to wake up, and the next thing I knew, Jay was looking up at me tenderly.
”’Morning, sleepyhead.” I teased, causing Jay to bury his head in my chest once more. He grumbled, inching in closer towards me. I made gentle circles on his back with my hand.
”Don’t say that, you’ll will work to come faster that way.” Jay‘s voice grumbled out, a deepened low whine that made me chuckle.
”You’re fine, I don’t have work today, remember?” Jay breathed a sigh of relief against my chest.
”Mmm… good.” Jay smiled, clinging somehow stronger than before onto me.
We laid like that for probably 30 minutes, neither one of drifting back to sleep. All we were doing was taking in each other’s company, and that was enough for us. The moment was interrupted, Jay’s stomach grumbling loudly. Jay knew what this meant, so he slowly unraveled himself from Tim, opting to sit up against the headboard and leaning his head back. I also sat up, looking over to Jay.
”Cinnamon rolls?” I grinned.
”If I were to deny, I think you’d make them anyway.” Jay grinned, looking down at me. His eyes could light up a million cold dead nights, I’d never get tired of them.
”You know me so well.” I smiled fully before planting a kiss on Jay’s sleepy lips and shuffling out of bed.
The carpet crunched beneath my feet as I made my way over to the kitchen, the cold tile making me miss the warmth of our bed. I grabbed out a baking sheet and popped open one of the cinnamon roll cans open, gently setting each roll on the sheet before putting it in the oven and setting a timer.
I stood there for a bit with my arms hugging myself before I heard shuffling behind me. When I turned around, I saw the sleepy figure of Jay standing there with one of the blankets wrapped around his body.
”Mind if I join you?” He asked, looking at me pleadingly. I smiled, motioning for him to come over to me.
”I never mind, come here.” Jay shuffled over, opening up his blanket and giving me one side of it so we were huddled together in it. We leaned up against the counter that was next to the oven, the subtle warmth of the oven filling the air.
We didn’t say anything, we never had to. I knew we were going to messily put the frosting on these, eat them while standing out on the balcony, then go back to bed and talk about how much we loved each other before falling back asleep until it was time for lunch.
I would never get tired of it, and I don’t think Jay ever would either. This was home, and that’s all that mattered to me now.