Monday 8th September Who: Will and James (McCafferty-Grey) Where: Their apartment When: Monday morning What: Morning after the night before... hitched! Rating: TBC
Monday morning came too soon. With the dim sunlight breaking through the curtains enough to filter into Will's eyes and wake the angel up. It was too early, whatever time it was, and as he rubbed sleep out of his mucky-linered eyes he stretched his long limbs out and over the warm person next to him before a dull sigh escaped his mouth.
Will stared at the ceiling a moment, blinking. There was a heavy fog around his head due to too much alcohol and celebration and sex... Nothing new there, so much. He went to run his left hand over his face to try and shake himself out of it when he caught a glint of gold. Confused, he tried to focus. Right there on the third finger of his left hand, was a ring but not just any old piece of shit - his wedding ring. The memory of the previous night flooded back into his mind and he smiled dopily despite the nerves that overtook him. He was married. Fucking shit he was married, with a kid, James' kid, and he'd made up vows! Pretty shitty ones, too cause he hadn't even said anything close to I love you...
In a whirlwind that left him slightly dizzy (though perhaps that was somewhat to do with the magnum of champagne he'd had to himself...) Will turned his head to see if his husband was awake. And he would poke him if he wasn't.