Another morning after
Title: Aftershock
Rated: T
Carson/Hughes
(300) word Cottageverse drabble
From just outside the door, Charles silently watched Elsie.
She was smiling.
He’d risen and dressed ready to start his chores when she’d woken this morning. “I need to get your breakfast,” she’d mumbled sleepily, struggling to sit.
He’d pressed her down onto the mattress and kissed her soundly.
“Stay here,” he’d quietly ordered against her lips. “You deserve a rest,” he’d teased.
She’d smiled then, and for the first time in a long time he’d wished to be a younger man; carefree enough, and capable of staying in bed with his wife for the whole day.
Now, as she spoke to Morag, who was sitting at the kitchen table, her smile hadn’t faded.
He opened the door then, only to pause when Elsie moved to take Morag’s hand. He didn’t want to interrupt the siblings. She soon looked up and saw him hovering, however.
“Good morning, Mr Carson,” she greeted him, almost like old times and yet...not.
She was even wearing one of her old housekeeping dresses; its hem altered to keep up with the current trend, lace added to the cuffs to hide the frayed stitching there. His attention was drawn to just above her left breast, where the brooch he’d given to her on their wedding day was pinned.
“Good morning, Mrs Carson,” he said.
She gave Morag’s hand one last squeeze before slowly letting it drop.
Next, with her hand now resting on the brooch, she took a step closer to him. For one beautiful but frightening moment, he thought she was going to kiss him... And thus Morag would witness his complete adoration.
Instead, she smiled again and with a jolt he realised it was her love on show.
Could it be true? Could Elsie Carson, nee Hughes, truly be in love with him?
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Rated: T
Carson/Hughes
(300) word Cottageverse drabble
From just outside the door, Charles silently watched Elsie.
She was smiling.
He’d risen and dressed ready to start his chores when she’d woken this morning. “I need to get your breakfast,” she’d mumbled sleepily, struggling to sit.
He’d pressed her down onto the mattress and kissed her soundly.
“Stay here,” he’d quietly ordered against her lips. “You deserve a rest,” he’d teased.
She’d smiled then, and for the first time in a long time he’d wished to be a younger man; carefree enough, and capable of staying in bed with his wife for the whole day.
Now, as she spoke to Morag, who was sitting at the kitchen table, her smile hadn’t faded.
He opened the door then, only to pause when Elsie moved to take Morag’s hand. He didn’t want to interrupt the siblings. She soon looked up and saw him hovering, however.
“Good morning, Mr Carson,” she greeted him, almost like old times and yet...not.
She was even wearing one of her old housekeeping dresses; its hem altered to keep up with the current trend, lace added to the cuffs to hide the frayed stitching there. His attention was drawn to just above her left breast, where the brooch he’d given to her on their wedding day was pinned.
“Good morning, Mrs Carson,” he said.
She gave Morag’s hand one last squeeze before slowly letting it drop.
Next, with her hand now resting on the brooch, she took a step closer to him. For one beautiful but frightening moment, he thought she was going to kiss him... And thus Morag would witness his complete adoration.
Instead, she smiled again and with a jolt he realised it was her love on show.
Could it be true? Could Elsie Carson, nee Hughes, truly be in love with him?
Link to the next chapter