Beloved "I am my beloved's and my beloved is mine"

Coronation day

The sun peered into my room waking me slowly with its beautiful rays, just how I liked it. I always loved having a lot of sunlight in my room, seeing the sunrise always gave me the energy that I needed for the today. The same could not be said for my husband, as we laid in bed, he had his arms around me and had a pillow over his head. In other words, he was not a fan of being woken up early and having the sun in his face. As I turned, I removed the pillow from his face and gazed at him; I lifted my hand to caress his face and whispered, "Wake up, beloved". He groaned, scrunched up his face like usual, grunted a "Uh-uh" and pulled me closer to him. He held me tightly in his arms, I began to comb my fingers through his hair and gave his butterfly kisses all over his face. He sighed in content and I began to realize that he was falling asleep again, so I had to do the only thing I could think of to get him to wake up and let me go. I reached over him and with my nails began to tickle him along his rib cage. He grunted and tried to jerk away from me but failed. Then quick as lightning he pinned me under him and held my hands on either side of my head; putting his face in my neck he muffled

"Beloved, why in name of all that is good and holy are you waking me up at the crack of dawn?"

"Because its coronation day and we have to start getting ready". I replied.

"Nuh-uh, lets just stay this way, in this position all day long" he began to kiss my neck in an effort to change my mind; he almost succeeded. He finally let go of my arms and we embraced each other, kissing passionately. But I knew that we wouldn't have much time, especially on a day like today.

I broke our kiss first and said "Nick, someone is going to walk in on us!" he continued to kiss my neck and said, "That's fine, they can watch". He must be joking!

"Nicholas!" I said stunned. That got his attention, his eyes opened, and he locked his gaze with mine.

"Nick! I am Nick to you! Don't call me Nicholas!" he said with his eyebrows furrowed.

"Well then now that you are fully awake my beloved Nick, perhaps we should start getting ready". I said as I started to get out of bed, grabbing my robe and wrapping it around myself.

"That's not funny, Esperanza!" he said with a serious look on his face. I walked up to him and said "I'm sorry Nick, I know that you don't like it when I call you Nicholas, I shouldn't of done it, no matter the reason, will you forgive me?" I tried to give him a sincere, yet playful sorrow filled look; I even gave him my puppy eyes and pouty lip. He looked at me and rolled his eyes, pulling me in for a gentle kiss.

"Why can't I stay mad at you?" he said caressing my face.

"Because you love me" I replied with a smile.

"Is it that the reason?" he said playfully.

"Because I'm beautiful"

"Beautiful does not come close to describing you".

"Because I'm a better dancer than you?"

"Not on your life!" we both giggled at each other's silliness.

"Because I am your beloved?"

He sighed and said "Yes, because you are my beloved, that's why I don't like it when you call me Nicholas. To my family, my friends, to the world I am Nicholas but to my beloved I just want to be Nick".

"Oh, I love you Nick!" I said before placing a soft kiss on his lips.

"And I love you, now how are you going to make it up to me?" he said wrapping his arms around me.