Mon, 2 Aug 2005 - Shell Cottage
Fleur woke up to warmth. Bill's arm was wrapped around her waist, both of them buried deep in the covers, and a beam of sunlight had come to rest on her pillow. The few minutes before the house started moving in the mornings were some of her favourites. Victoire was probably already awake, quietly playing with toys in her room, but the house was still quiet. In a few minutes it would be lively with conversation and a flurry of movements, but for now she could enjoy those last moments of post-dawn euphoria.
Turning in Bill's arms, she snuggled up to his chest and lightly brushed her lips across the base of his neck. She whispered her good mornings in French, and then repeated them in English when she felt him begin to stir. "Good morning. It's your turn to wake Dominique, mon amour." Fleur pulled back so that she could see his face, smiling an amused smile before she leaned in and pressed her lips against his. She needed to get up now, but she lingered selfishly in bed, clinging to the comfort. "What would you like this morning? Omelette? Pastries?"