11.

"I'm going to take a shower."

I was still lying down on the white, plush grey sofa Wren had in his sitting room. We had just finished an episode of Buffy the Vampire slayer. I really didn't want to get up and I had already showered. I ended up raising my head so I could look at Wren.

"I'll be heading up to bed in a few minutes. Want me to bring you anything?" I asked.

Wren shook his head in response. Before going upstairs, he closed the distance between us and pressed a kiss to my forehead and then against my lips. I watched him walk away with a smile on my face. He was so happy and it made me joyous to know that it was because of me. Because of us.

I got up from the couch stretching my hands and my body a bit before standing up. Chuckling to myself, I made my way out of the sitting room to the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of water and placing it on the bedside table. He has a medium sized fridge in his bedroom, but he just likes bringing one bottle of water with him whenever he wants to go to bed. I once asked him and he said it was a thing his dad used to do for him when he was little.

I hummed to myself as I climbed the stairs.

We have been dating for weeks now and I keep finding new information about my husband that makes me like him even more. Like, the fact that he doesn't like sleeping in total darkness. He has this lightning fixture in his room, they're really tiny, like full stops and it's a dim light. It barely lights up the room. It's either he turns on that light, or he'd leave the bathroom door open just a little bit.

When I got to the bathroom, I could hear the sound of the running water. I hurried over to Wren's side of the bed and placed his bottle of water on the table. I was lying down on the bed, sending a good night gif to Desmond when Wren walked out of the bathroom.

He was towelling off his dark hair, droplets of water rolling down his gorgeous skin, over each bump of his abs and disappearing into the white towel that was wrapped low around his waist. His muscles moved as he fluffed the water out of his hair.

"You might want to take a picture?"

I switched to the camera app and quickly took pictures.

Wren pulls the wet towel from his head, staring at me with amusement on his face. And I took a picture of that. He tossed the wet towel into the hamper. My husband was really good looking. Literally the sexiest man alive.

Wren pulls open the door to the walk in closet and appears a few minutes later in just pajama bottoms. He left the doors to the closet open just a little and turned off the lights to the room before getting into bed.

Immediately Wren got into the bed, he pulled me closer. He wraps his arms around me and I just stay in his embrace. I couldn't believe that this was my love life. I found a reason to actually want to hear. To listen. I would be forever grateful to him. A reason to smile everyday, a reason to take better care of myself. I got a man, new hearing aids and so much joy in my eyes.

"You're thinking again. . ." Wren said, so close to my ears.

"About you." I replied.

I trailed my hand down his neck and chest, resting over his heart. I could hear it, how calmly it was beating. And I suddenly felt so full. . .

"I think about you all the time too." Wren said, pulling me even closer, until my nose was pressing against his neck. "I find myself drawing you when I'm at work, coloring, shading in your hair, your eyes. Thinking about holding you and how many hours left to go before I see you smile at me again." Wren said, his words coming out slowly so I could hear and understand perfectly. "Every day I want to buy you more flowers, anything you have minutely looked interested in, like I want to prove to you that I am a good man, that I deserve to be your man."

Sometimes Wren would speak and I would be so in awe of him. Sometimes Wren would open up and tell me what he feels and it would appall me, or even almost make me cry. Just like right now. I pressed a kiss to his collarbone.

"You are absolutely perfect for me and it hurts me to know that you think that way. You don't have to get me anything, I already have more than enough and with you, what else could I possibly want or need."I replied honestly. We were in darkness and I could not sign, so I took my time with my words.

"I'm really sorry about my siblings. If I was normal or had a normal nice family, I could introduce you to everyone and tell them you're my boyfriend." he said and I softly smiled at his words. We had always said we were dating but we never actually asked officially.

"Is that what we are then?"

"If I'm not your boyfriend, then what am I?" Wren asked, pressing a kiss to my forehead.

"I've always called you my husband."

"And I've always called you my boyfriend." Wren said and I chuckled.

"I would love to be your boyfriend."

"Being your husband would be my absolute pleasure." Wren said, his arms tightening around me for just a little bit before relaxing. I found myself laughing at his words. We were the sappiest people I have ever met but I am so fucking happy we met. What would my life have been without Wren?

Despite how happy I was, my body decided to remind me of just how tired I was. But I liked this. In the silence, where even the air between felt soft, like we could trade secrets, like we can talk about anything in the world. I snuggled closer to him, sighing in content.

"Good night, boyfriend."

Wren laughed and I could actually feel his body shake against me. "Good night, boyfriend."

The next time I opened my eyes, it was bright out and Wren was no longer holding me. The bed felt warm, not because Wrennie was there but because he had covered me up with a light blanket. I pushed back the blanket and got to my feet, yawning, tucking in my hearing aid, stretching as I walked to the bathroom. I quickly peed, then washed my face and brushed. I was so groggy and we should sleep more.

It's Saturday.

Wren had probably gone for his run. Once I pulled open the door, I could immediately smell pancakes. I made my way to the kitchen. Wren was moving around, no doubt in the middle of making us a nice breakfast. His hair was wet. He had definitely gone for a run and had showered when he returned. I wondered what time it was. I didn't have any plans for today and neither did Wren.

I shuffled over to him, wrapping my arms around his waist and pressing a kiss to his back.

"Good morning, lovely." he said, turning his head to the side  and pressing a kiss to my head.

"Good morning, Wrennie." I responded.

That actually catches Wren's attention. He stops stirring the batter and turns to me.  I could see the tips of his ears turning red. "What did you call me?" he asked.

"Wrennie." I said, letting go of his waist so I could sign as well. It had sounded right in my head, maybe it's coming off wrong. He pulls me closer and then cups my cheeks with his hands.

"What?" I signed, mouthing the words as well.

"It was cute."

"Huh. . "

"I like it. It's cute."  he said and I smiled, reaching up to place my hand on his. I turned my head to the side, kissing his palm. Wren leans closer, bumping his nose against mine. Before closing the distance between our lips, in a soft tingly kiss.

When we pulled apart, we were both grinning.

Breakfast was really good. Wren should have been a chef, he was always making fancy, tasty dinners and lunches. Especially the ones he packs up for me and brings to the bookstore.

"Why didn't you become a chef?" I asked as we walked over to the comfy grey couch.

Wren sits with his back against the couch and pulls me close. "Not chef." he said, raising his hands and signing as he talked. "I just really like cooking and trying out recipes. It's very exciting to share my food with someone I care about."

"I know you won't give it to your brother and sister but what of your dad?" I asked.

His reply was simple. "No."

I usually am not one to judge but Wren's family was starting to piss me off. He wasn't . . .yes, he was cold but only to people he didn't know which was 99.8% of the people in the world. He was teased and bullied by his siblings and it caused him to close off everything. Even his expression. Any time he got so excited when he was little, they always spoilt the toy or took it away. He grew up and became cold. He was not a sociopath. He was just an emotionally scarred man.

"Want me to cook for you?" I asked, signing as well.

"But you told me you don't like cooking."

"What if it turns out I like cooking for you?" I asked, turning my head to the side so I could look at him. Wren tightened his grip around me and pressed a kiss to my head.

"Leave the cooking to me, lovely. I'll be making you good food for as long as you will have me." Wren said and I laughed. We keep making these little promises to ourselves and we take turns making sure they are fulfilled and I know this one we just made, absolutely will be.

"We should go out and get ice cream."

"We've got some in the freezer." Wren replied, slipping one hand underneath my shirt, resting it on my stomach. He felt so warm, I wanted to snuggle in deeper.

"We can get new ones so we don't have to go out tomorrow."

And twenty minutes later, we were walking into the nearest grocery store and Wren grabbed a trolley. Our main aim was heading right for the freezers at the back but once we passed the cereal aisle, I got distracted.

"Let's get lucky charms!" I signed, smiling widely at Wren. I ran over to the aisle and grabbed the first box of lucky charms, holding it up to Wren. He made a face at it and I rolled my eyes at him. I picked up a box of coco pops and his eyes lit up. Pssh, as if I didn't know him.

Grocery shopping has never been fun for me but doing it with Wren had to be one of the fun moments of my life. We got eggs, tons and tons of biscuits and jelly beans, and even had a debate over the milk. Even though I could hear Wren, I felt more comfortable signing when we were outside and he understood that.

Turns out Wren likes putting double cream into coffee and around his dessert while I on the other hand liked whole milk. Apparently, they weren't the same. He was honestly so silly. We got already made fruit salad bowls and also fresh fruits we could put in the kitchen and in the fridge. We both don't like bananas and thus, didn't look in their direction.

For ice cream, I got strawberry cheesecake, blueberry ice cream and a box of coned cookies and cream ice cream. Wren gets two tubs of mint chocolate ice cream and two tubs of vanilla. He even bought sprinkles. He knows me so well.

Wren pulls me in for a quick hug, pressing a kiss to my head before going back to the trolley, pushing it towards the self-check out. I held my hands behind my back, swaying slightly as I watched Wren put the biscuits on the counter. He looks up at me and his face lights up. He raises his hands and beckons me closer.

As I made my way towards him, it felt like something I would be doing for a long, long time.

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