Entirely Us ~A Joshifer Drabble~
(A small drabble continuation of Completely Us)
The patterns on the ceiling appear to blend together as I look up at them, sleep finally beginning to call my name. After a long day of being excited, emotional, and hyperactive, I’m finally worn out. But perfectly, and utterly content.
A quick glance at the clock on the nightstand draws a sigh from my lips. 3:30 AM. Though I am growing tired, I keep fighting back against my body’s urge; I want this day to go on forever. To loop in a passionate, wonderful infinity.
I can hear Josh’s voice from earlier, a smile forming across my lips.
"Well, technically, it’s not our wedding day anymore."
To where I had sourly retorted and said, "Shut up. It’s not the next day until I fall asleep. Don’t kill my vibe."
So here I lie, trying to draw it out as long as possible. Trying to cling to all the beautiful and wonderful memories that will hopefully last a lifetime.
Today was the day I married my best friend. Today was the day two households became one.
Today was the day where I went crazy with my husband; drinking, dancing, and howling with mirth.
Today was the day where he and I showed our childish sides, having pillow fights, jumping on the bed, and proving to one another that our relationship will always be pure and humorous.
Today was the day where my life finally fell into place, and everything made sense.
God, when did I get so sentimental. Staying up past my bedtime must do things to me.
Chuckling lightly to myself, I hoist my body upwards, sitting up against the pillows for a moment as my gaze travels to the foot of the bed. There, passed out on his stomach and sleeping like a baby, is Josh, still clad in his wedding attire. Shoes, tie and all.
My smile grows wider as I take the time to appreciate him. His hair is still in disarray from our pillow fight, and perhaps our more intimate moments. His mouth is hung agape slightly as he takes in slow, gentle breaths. His hazel eyes are shut away from view in an almost teasing manner. His strong, yet tender hands are tucked up beneath his head, supporting it as he slumbers.
He looks so handsome, not to mention adorable. And he’d probably send me flying off the bed with a pillow to the face if he was capable of reading my current thoughts.
Sniffling with laughter once again, I slowly ease myself towards him, trying my hardest not to disturb the mattress and cause him to stir. Through a series of subtle movements however, I manage to pull up beside him.
I plop down on my stomach, reaching to softly lay my hand atop his, and shifting my face close enough to where I can feel the warm vapors of his exhalations.
I want to kiss him, but there’s a good chance it’ll rouse him from his sleep, so I simply rub my thumb over the top of his hand, and nuzzle my head against his as I whisper my affections.
"Goodnight, Josh. I love you. I love you so much. I can’t believe we’re married. I’m so happy we’re finally married. Thank you for marrying me."
And though I’m not certain, I think I catch the slightest hint of a smile forming across his lips.
Entirely Us ~A Joshifer Drabble~
(A small drabble continuation of Completely Us)
The patterns on the ceiling appear to blend together as I look up at them, sleep finally beginning to call my name. After a long day of being excited, emotional, and hyperactive, I’m finally worn out. But perfectly, and utterly content.
A quick glance at the clock on the nightstand draws a sigh from my lips. 3:30 AM. Though I am growing tired, I keep fighting back against my body’s urge; I want this day to go on forever. To loop in a passionate, wonderful infinity.
I can hear Josh’s voice from earlier, a smile forming across my lips.
"Well, technically, it’s not our wedding day anymore."
To where I had sourly retorted and said, "Shut up. It’s not the next day until I fall asleep. Don’t kill my vibe."
So here I lie, trying to draw it out as long as possible. Trying to cling to all the beautiful and wonderful memories that will hopefully last a lifetime.
Today was the day I married my best friend. Today was the day two households became one.
Today was the day where I went crazy with my husband; drinking, dancing, and howling with mirth.
Today was the day where he and I showed our childish sides, having pillow fights, jumping on the bed, and proving to one another that our relationship will always be pure and humorous.
Today was the day where my life finally fell into place, and everything made sense.
God, when did I get so sentimental. Staying up past my bedtime must do things to me.
Chuckling lightly to myself, I hoist my body upwards, sitting up against the pillows for a moment as my gaze travels to the foot of the bed. There, passed out on his stomach and sleeping like a baby, is Josh, still clad in his wedding attire. Shoes, tie and all.
My smile grows wider as I take the time to appreciate him. His hair is still in disarray from our pillow fight, and perhaps our more intimate moments. His mouth is hung agape slightly as he takes in slow, gentle breaths. His hazel eyes are shut away from view in an almost teasing manner. His strong, yet tender hands are tucked up beneath his head, supporting it as he slumbers.
He looks so handsome, not to mention adorable. And he’d probably send me flying off the bed with a pillow to the face if he was capable of reading my current thoughts.
Sniffling with laughter once again, I slowly ease myself towards him, trying my hardest not to disturb the mattress and cause him to stir. Through a series of subtle movements however, I manage to pull up beside him.
I plop down on my stomach, reaching to softly lay my hand atop his, and shifting my face close enough to where I can feel the warm vapors of his exhalations.
I want to kiss him, but there’s a good chance it’ll rouse him from his sleep, so I simply rub my thumb over the top of his hand, and nuzzle my head against his as I whisper my affections.
"Goodnight, Josh. I love you. I love you so much. I can’t believe we’re married. I’m so happy we’re finally married. Thank you for marrying me."
And though I’m not certain, I think I catch the slightest hint of a smile forming across his lips.
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