#■ 𝕬𝖉𝖆𝖒 𝕷𝖊𝖌𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖉 ➮ 𝒯𝓇𝓊𝑒 𝒶𝓈 𝒾𝓉 𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝒷𝑒. (thread002)

[magicaladamlegrand]

The smell of coffee | Adam x Mary

Adam awoke to the delightful aroma of freshly brewed coffee, a comforting sign that Mary, his partner, was already up and about. It had been quite some time since he’d enjoyed the luxury of sleeping in, but Saturdays were his sacred days for extended rest, especially after the demanding week of running the Enchanted Rose Cafe. The soft morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a gentle glow on their cozy bedroom. "Morning, love," he murmured, his voice still a little husky with sleep, as he leaned over to press a tender kiss to her forehead. A soft chuckle escaped him. "You'd think that owning a cafe and being surrounded by coffee all day, every day, would somehow diminish my enjoyment of it, but you couldn't be more wrong. There’s just something about that first cup at home, made by you, that hits differently." He stretched, feeling the satisfying pop of his joints, and mentally prepared for a relaxed start to the weekend, a stark contrast to the usual hustle of the cafe.

@itsmarygibbs

[magicaladamlegrand]

It was a profound relief, a deep exhalation of a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding, as he murmured, "Thank you for allowing me to sleep further. It's been incredibly hectic in the Enchanted Rose Café, a whirlwind of clattering teacups, hushed whispers, and strained silences, especially now that Babette and Victor are avoiding each other like the plague. The air practically crackles with unspoken tension when they're in the same room, each moving through their shifts with a careful, almost choreographed distance. It's truly disheartening; I can adjust their work schedule around each other, creating separate shifts to spare them the awkward encounters, but it's just sad to see them like this. This breakup feels different from the ones before, less like a passionate disagreement that will inevitably mend, and more like a quiet, irreversible fracture. There's a profound finality to it, a heavy silence that wasn't there in their previous tiffs, which always ended with a dramatic reconciliation and a fresh start." He could sense, with a heavy heart that weighed him down each morning, that this might indeed be a story without a happy ending for his two dear friends, and that thought cast a somber shadow over the bustling, usually joyful, atmosphere of the café.

Turning then, from the troubled thoughts of his friends, to his lover, Mary, he kissed her tenderly. In her warmth, he found his own sanctuary, a steady anchor amidst the daily chaos. His gratitude for her was a tangible warmth within him, radiating through his chest. Their enduring bond, the quiet strength of their connection, the steady flame of their affection, was a constant comfort. They were lasting, thriving even, building a future together, with concrete plans to be wed in the nearby future – a beacon of hope he clung to fiercely. "What would I do without you?" he whispered, his voice thick with genuine emotion and a touch of awe, as he let out a content sigh that carried the weight of both his weariness and his profound happiness. He reached down, his fingers burying themselves in the soft fur of their two loyal companions, Doggo and Kitty – ironically named, yet perfectly embodying their quirky charm. He played with them, ruffling their ears and petting their heads, finding a simple, grounding joy in their unconditional presence and the quiet rhythm of their breathing.

waking to the sun peaking through the window, mary opened her eyes and gave a sleepy smile when she saw adam still deep in slumber. pressing a soft kiss to his cheek, she got up from their bed and gently tucked the covers around him and left the room to let him catch up on some well earned rest. mary strolled through the house with the dogs walking closely behind her and opened the kitchen french doors to let the dogs run around the garden while she got to work brewing coffee.

the low hum of the radio playing as she began to work on breakfast for them both. unaware of his arrival until adam spoke up, she turned smiling at her husband-to-be "morning, how did you sleep? you looked so peaceful, i didn't want to wake you" she answered brightly, smiling at the kiss on her forehead "that's sweet of you to say. having a morning coffee with you is one of my favourite times of the day." every day with him is a joy but they were usually so busy, and a lazy morning with adam was something mary always loved. "do you want some pancakes? they have chocolate chips in them"