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16. It's a Good Morning [G.G.]

It's a Good Morning
{Grant x Reader}

Your eyes fluttered open, revealing the brightness of the morning. The light leaked through the window, cascading the floors and blankets in a warm, soft sun. You sighed to yourself, remembering just where you were in the world. You slowly lolled your head to the side, feeling a wave of pure joy wash over your body. Your newly wed husband, Grant, was asleep beside you.

You turned on your side quietly, staring at your sleeping spouse. He was so peaceful when he was asleep, his body relaxed and getting the rest he deserved.

Last night was your first night in your new home since the honeymoon. And that meant today was the first day going back to work for you since the honeymoon. Lucky Grant didn't have work today, though.

You sat up with a yawn, unable to hold it in, stretching your limbs out. You groaned as you glanced over at your alarm clock. You forgot to set it last night, meaning you were already behind schedule and would probably be late for work. Your shoulders slumped, wishing you didn't have to work on your first day living in your new home with your new husband. You pulled the blankets off of you, moving your feet over the edge of the bed. Before you could push yourself off completely, a strong arm wrapped around your middle.

"Grant!" You yelped, looking over at your husband. His eyes were still closed, but he was smiling like a dork. An adorable dork.

"Y/N," he mumbled, squeezing you tighter. His morning voice was the best sound on his earth, low and just a bit raspy.

"Hey, you've got to let me go, babe." You sighed, watching the half-asleep figure of the most perfect guy you'd ever seen. "Some people have work."

"You can afford a few more minutes," Grant replied, his eyes opening lazily. He grinned up at you.

"I actually can't-" you started, but Grant's arm pulling you back towards him made you stop mid-sentence. Swiftly, he pulled you close and threw the blankets back over you.

"You don't have a choice," Grant chuckled, holding on tightly to you. You guys were facing each other, with you snuggled nicely into his chest. You applauded your husband in your mind for so kindly sleeping shirtless.

"It's my first day back," you argued, still snuggled into Grant.

"From our honeymoon. They'll understand."

"Grant!" You squealed, hitting his chest softly.

"Oh, shush," he muttered. His hand around you started stroking your hair, something that always put you over the edge into tranquility. "Just stay with me for a little longer, Mrs. Y/N Gustin. Gosh, that names sounds so nice." You let yourself relax, feeling like Grant's words were melting you from the inside. You'd known Grant for years, and still, as his wife, he caused a thousand butterflies in your stomach. You felt like the luckiest woman alive.

"I kind of do like having your last name," you agreed, "It's no Y/N Allen, but it's okay." Grant laughed softly at your comment.

After a few moments, he pulled away, his tired eyes holding your gaze. "I love you, Y/N," he brought a hand to your cheek, gently running his thumb over it. "I love you so much."

"I love you, too," you whispered back. "Thank you for making my dreams come true."

Grant smirked, "Oh, you definitely made mine come true." He winked at you, to which you still blushed at. "Come home soon, okay?"

"Of course," you promised.

He pulled you closer, planting a light kiss on your forehead. "Go kick some butt out there."

You pulled away, laughing. "Um, unlike you, my day job doesn't consist of being a superhero." You sat up, watching Grant laugh loudly at your lame joke. That was another wonderful about him - he always laughed at your corny, bad jokes.

"I'm too awake now," Grant sighed, sitting up, too. "I'll go start the coffee, alright? I love you, Y/N. And all your awful jokes."

"And I love you for making coffee," you winked back.

Grant frowned and shook his head, "You are terrible at winking. Gosh, Y/N." He stood up, to which you did the same. He looked at you from across the bed, admiring you in all of your just-woke-up-beauty. You looked at him, in his pajama bottoms, messy hair, and beautiful, shining eyes. You'd never understand how you got so lucky to marry him.

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author's note | helloooo young, shirtless grant! hope you all enjoyed this little, super fluffed up imagine ;)

ALSO i am all caught on up on all of the episodes of the flash and man it sucks bc now i have to wait for every episode :((( but at least i'm all caught up, right?

anyway, enough rambling, haha

thank you for reading!