IMAGINE: You, Bard's wife, dying

IMAGINE: You, Bard's wife, dying

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Aidanturnerimagines By Aidanturnerimagines Updated Jun 29, 2015

     Your eyes open and you blink a few times, trying to get your eyes adjusted to early morning the sunlight. You look over and see Bard, your husband, sleeping peacefully next to you, with his arm draped over your waist. You smile and sigh. You lean your head forward to place a light kiss on his lips. He takes in a deep breath and slowly wakens. He smiles tiredly when he sees you, his eyes barely open. He nuzzles his nose against your cheek. "Mm, good morning, Y/N." He breathes, his voice low and husky. You cuddle closer to him as he pulls you against him. "Good morning." You whisper, smiling. "The children still sleeping?" He asks. You glance over at Sigrid's, Bain's, and Tilda's beds. "Surprisingly, yes." You declare. "It's because I came home so late." Bard says. You look at him and wrap your arms around him. "Our children are as stubborn as mules." You laugh softly. "They begged me to let them stay up so they could welcome you home. It was hard to say no to them." You admit. Bard...