His eyes did not leave her as she rolled over and snuggled up against him. It was morning. Monday morning. He had work—obligations, meetings to attend, an office to run. But somehow, the prospect of showing up with a cheap wedding band around his left-hand ring finger was more frightening than any consequences he might face for not showing up. He was overrun with a hundred different emotions: confusion, guilt, regret, and then more guilt for feeling regret. This is what he'd wanted. He'd wanted to Miss February Lynch to become Mrs. February Umbridge.
A glance over his shoulder confirmed what the light shining through the window hinted at: the sun was already high in the sky, clearly marking it as mid-morning. He cursed under his breath and began untangling himself from both her. "Morning, love, morning," he hissed. He moved into a sitting position, and then—fuck.
He buried his head in his hands, an unwelcome dizziness hitting him like the Hogwarts Express. "I don't suppose it would be too late to tell the office I'm not coming in, mm?" he asked his wife. His wife.
Merlin's beard, they'd really done that.
A glance over his shoulder confirmed what the light shining through the window hinted at: the sun was already high in the sky, clearly marking it as mid-morning. He cursed under his breath and began untangling himself from both her. "Morning, love, morning," he hissed. He moved into a sitting position, and then—fuck.
He buried his head in his hands, an unwelcome dizziness hitting him like the Hogwarts Express. "I don't suppose it would be too late to tell the office I'm not coming in, mm?" he asked his wife. His wife.
Merlin's beard, they'd really done that.
— set by MJ! —