Running Around Royal (Prince Harry #4)

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Not sure how long she slept, Meredith awoke in the early morning hours to Harry beside her as gray clouds hovered outside to block the sunlight. At least she wasn't blinded, and she put her head back on Harry's chest, feeling his chest evenly move, hearing his heart beat calmly. She blinked her eyelashes and her sleep back as she stared at the wall, and she fell back to sleep with a smile on her face as she remembered last night.

The clouds hadn't cleared when Meredith awoke with Harry now gone from under her. Groaning, she rolled over and heard a clatter from down below. It was a surprise that they had even made it up the stairs last night. All the rooms had been made up for them, even though there were only two of them. The two were alone still, which was what mattered.

After yawning and trying to get out of bed, Meredith finally found her balance and a blanket to drag with her down the plush carpeted staircase. Smooth, cold wood ran underneath her nails as Meredith remembered her many times of walking up and down the grand staircase at Dalkeith Palace in Scotland. Hearing Harry in the kitchen, Meredith followed the sound and found the scent.

"Oh, good, you're up." He smiled as he looked through the cabinets.

"Having fun?" she asked, walking into the kitchen.

"To be honest, I don't know where things are kept, so that has been the interesting bit." He continued to stomp around the kitchen, opening and closing cabinets, never happy to find something that wasn't necessary.

Coming up behind him, Meredith wrapped her arms around him and held him close. The blanket enclosed them both. She kissed his left shoulder blade and left his skin burning as she made his way across his back. Harry shivered at the warmth she brought, as well as anticipation. Her head rested on his right shoulder, looking down at his hands. Her arms snaked around torso, and she felt him breathe.

Glancing back, Harry caught her head and kissed it. He twirled in the blanket to face his wife. He smiled as he looked into her eyes. At the same eye level, at least he never had to bend his back. His arms wrapped around her, pulling her even closer. After pulling his lips away from mouth, he hugged her, and they stayed like that.

"What do you want to do today?" he asked.

"Fish?" she wondered, knowing that was what he wanted.

"What else?"

"Some alone time, I'm sure."

"What kind of alone time?" There was a mysterious twinkle in his eyes.

Meredith scoffed and backed away from him, taking the blanket with her. Harry wasn't cold with his t-shirt and pajama pants, but she wrapped the blanket around her to keep the cold out. Harry smiled before turning back to the kitchen cabinets and looked through them. Sitting down at the table, Meredith watched Harry go to work as he cooked. When Meredith offered to help, Harry gave a pointed look that stated, "We cannot afford to burn this place down." Meredith's patience had always been off while cooking.

Laying her head on the table, she watched her husband cook. At some point, she nodded off and awoke when a plate was placed in front of her. Harry planted a kiss on her head. He sat down beside her.

"Is it a day wasted if I just sleep the whole day?" she asked groggily.

"The day is meant to refresh us," he responded.

"You're still going fishing, aren't you?"

"Absolutely, got to get in the ice fishing while I can." He smiled. "How come you never invited me to ice fish in Minnesota?"

"That would mean going out into the cold and wind." Meredith stuffed breakfast into her mouth.

Shaking his head with a smirk, Harry ate breakfast too.