a/n: as the title of this chapter suggests... i'm apologizing as early as now. hungary 2023 really did a number on me and well 🥲 the next chapter will be up in the next 24 hours!
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" you can't have everything. "
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SUNLIGHT SLOWLY SEEPED THROUGH THE curtains of the master bedroom, illuminating the quarters just enough to give Charles' senses signal to start waking up before his brain could boot. The gentle glow of the morning reflected onto the lids of his eyes which caused him to laggardly squint them open.
It was a new day; another one since he's come home to Monaco. It's been almost a week since Abu Dhabi, since he had honorably lost his title to the fiercest of his rivals and the ultimate love of his life. Charles let out a very small grin paint itself on his groggy lips as he thought about that, stretching out his arms and yawning.
A few fleeting moments later, he turned on his side to find Andie's back facing him, making him inch closer to her so that he could spoon her, wrapping his arms around her body ever so delicately as to not wake her up too abruptly... but as his senses were soon filled with her naturally sweet vanilla scent, he felt an uncontrollable urge to bury his face into her neck come over him. Fortunately however, he was able to restrain himself, ending up pressing his lips softly to her shoulder instead.
Those tender pecks were what caused her to wake up just as gently as well. It took her a moment to register what was happening around her but as she felt her favorite pair of strong arms embracing her, a smile had never appeared so quickly and absentmindedly on her face before.
"Coucou..." She purred, slightly turning her head to see him at least in her peripheral vision.
"Morning, my love." Charles lifted his head from the pillow ever so slightly to graze his lips against her cheeks, then her neck, and then her shoulder once more; all the while as one of his hands caressed her barely clothed waist under the sheets.
It was definitely a cozy morning.
"What time is it?" She asked with him still peppering her with hot kisses.
"Does it matter?" He replied with a question of his own in his deep and husky morning voice that rendered Andie feeling like she was ready to crumble from the inside.
"I have an atelier appointment at ten with my mother."
He raised a brow at her, a bit confused, "Atelier appointment? For what?"
"Our wedding, mon amour." She responded with a quiet laugh.
That was another sweet reminder that brought a warm flush of color to grace Charles' face.
