Alexander Samuel Bailey (water_works) wrote in genome_project, @ 2011-02-14 08:39:00 |
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Entry tags: | february 2011 |
Who: Alex and Olivia
What: A Valentine
Where: Bailey-Ellis Residence
When: Early morning on February 14th
Rating: Starts off low and EC for Excessive Cuteness
Every hour of the night ticked by at a slow rhythmic pace, and Alex saw every single one of those ticks. He was anxious. That much was obvious. The whole mess with Fiona had made him nervous. He had almost forgotten all about Valentine's Day altogether. That would have been a grave mistake. Olivia by now knew not to expect lavish displays of affection from him. He was a simple guy. He worked and provided for his soon-to-be family. He showed her his love in the best way he could. He wanted to provide for her, and that often meant they couldn't treat themselves as often as they would have liked.
Valentine's Day, however, was serious business. Even though Alex was not a sentimental person or even someone who thought about the little things in life, he knew that Olivia would like (and deserved) something special on this day, the last Valentine's Day before their wedding. Despite his weariness over the Fi thing, Alex planned a special breakfast-in-bed session with flowers. He wanted to ease her awake and make her comfortable. And his plan? To make her so comfortable, she would want to call out from work. And since he couldn't rely on the alarm clock which was set for their regular time to wake him to prepare, Alex spent the entire night with owl eyes.
About an hour before their usual wake up time, Alex glanced over at Olivia to make sure she was still sound asleep. He had literally watched her sleep for hours, and he wasn't bored of it yet. However, he had work to do. He slipped out of bed quietly and prepared a modest breakfast of scrambled eggs, bacon, toast with jelly and butter and a glass of orange juice. It wasn't much, but he hoped it would speak volumes of his thoughtfulness on this day. Setting up the breakfast on a tray, he picked it up and swooped up the roses he had bought the day before in his hands, heading over to her bedside.
He placed the tray down at the foot of the bed and crawled back in, glad the puppy hadn't heard him moving around. He was also happy to see she hadn't woken up yet. Her senses were usually so heightened that she could feel him the second he got out of bed. Today, he wanted to do the honors of waking her up properly. With the tips of his fingers, he slowly began drawing patterns on her forehead and cheeks, sometimes leading down her nose and other times crisscrossing back onto each other back up to her forehead. He continued this for a while, and then, gently, he brushed his lips against her cheek, kissing her softly. "'Livi," he whispered, knowing a whisper would be all it took to wake her.