You Are My Life

Chapter 18- The definition of happiness

Saria’s p.o.v.

Light filtered in through the large window in my room; I laid still simply enjoying the glow of the sunlight, the song of the birds outside, the still peacefulness of the house, the simplicity of the morning. I stretched slightly only to be squeezed tighter. I giggled quietly as I squirmed until I was facing Michael. I pushed a delicate curl out of his perfect face as he continued to lightly snore. His nose wrinkled when I caressed his face, he let out a light moan. I smiled to myself, ‘how did I get lucky enough to have Michael all to myself?’ I rested one hand on his chest and the other on the side of his chiseled face as I planted a light but still passion filled kiss on his sleep-covered lips. His eyes squinted shut then slowly opened to reveal the rich chocolate brown treasures embedded in them. A gentle smile broke across his face as he pulled me even closer and nuzzled his face in the crook of my neck. He let out a hum against my neck as he trailed sweet kisses all the way up until he reached my lips. Before he kissed me he whispered against my mouth, “Good morning beautiful,” and pulled me into a long, hot kiss. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he held onto my waist and continued his work. We pulled away almost to the point of being out of breath, “Any morning is good with you here.” I said burrowing into his warm chest. He wrapped his arms around my back allowing me to cuddle into him as he ran his fingers across my back. I rested my ear next to his heart, listening to the beat of his massively kind heart. He pushed my hair to the side and ran his fingertips on the side of my neck, “If you listen really close, its saying I love you Saria, I beat only for you.” I sat up on my elbows looking into his loving gaze. “I love you more,” I said giving him a cheesy grin thinking I out-loved him. He giggled lightly, “Well…I love you most.” He planted a soft kiss on my forehead. I furrowed my eyebrows, “I love you for eternity and back,” He smiled angelically, “I love you to the ends of the ever-expanding universe.” I crossed my arms, “Fine you win,” He stood up holding me in his arms. “Well Ms. Sore loser how about we go get some breakfast?” “Okay.” We walked down the hall hand in hand all the way down the stairs and into the elegant kitchen. I stood against the counter as he poked his head in the refrigerator, “What’s my girl hungry for?” he said as he continued to scan the fridge. “Anything is fine with me,” I said kind of staring at his cute little butt as he searched the bottom compartments. He stood back up and turned around to face me, “Waffles and some bacon?” “Sure, let’s do it!” We spent at least thirty minutes of the hour and a half of cooking throwing flower at each other; the kitchen floor looked like the first snow of winter had already fallen. I giggled as I watched him flip the waffles in an attempt to impress me. He leaned over the counter and started to close his eyes; of course I leaned in and closed mine as well. Just as mine closed and I was leaned all the way in, Michael put his finger covered in flower and waffle batter on my nose. I gasped as I crossed my eyes trying to look at the mess on my nose. He howled in laughter pointing at me, after he finally calmed down enough to speak, “Your so cute….(giggles) my batter face.” I wiped the batter off of my face and quickly wiped it across his cheek, “and you’re too.” He wiped it off and tried to put it on me again, I let out a shriek as I jumped off the stool and stood back from the counter, “No Michael don’t! Please!” He laughed and turned back around to the stove. He turned around with a plate of waffles, “don’t worry I’ll get you back…..sometime.” He attempted to do an evil laugh only to sound cute instead. We sat down at the breakfast nook and downed our waffles and bacon. The rest of the day we lounged around the house in comfy clothes cuddling each other. Michael drugged me out to the back yard to lay up in his giving tree. We laid there interlaced in each others embrace. We’d point out crazy shapes in the clouds that lazily passed by overhead until we noticed the sun preparing to set. He sat up with me laid up against his chest as we watched the sun give off its last moments of light, leaving the sky painted in a water-colored mess of purples, pinks, blues, and oranges. If everyday felt like this with Michael, I would be fine with all my problems because he’d make them all worth it.