Shego woke up early, too early for a Saturday morning, 08.13 A.M. Despite the fact that she didn’t want to she swung her legs over the side of the bed, letting her warm feet touch the cold floor. She stops and waits for a couple of seconds, letting her body get used to sitting up for a while, before standing up and walking to the bathroom.
Once she had taken care of her needs she positioned herself in front of the bathroom mirror and started looking for grey hair and wrinkles. She was starting to get old, she was nearly forty soon.
When Shego entered the kitchen, Kim was already sitting there by the kitchen table. Kim, the one who has been her wife in sickness and in hell for so many years now. The red-hair turned to Shego and smiled who returned the favour with a scowl. The younger woman chose, very wisely, not the say anything, she just returned to her coffee and her newspaper. Shego knew that she was scanning the paper looking for missions.
Shego sighed, wouldn’t Kim ever grow up? Wouldn’t she ever tire of the whole saving the world business? As soon as Shego brought it up, that Kim might want to retire soon, that the world didn’t need her anymore, Kim always refused to listen.
Once had Kim’s stubbornness charmed Shego, now, it just annoyed the hell out of her.
Shego poured the coffee that was waiting for her in the pot into her usual black and green cup. Slowly, raising it up to her lips, she tasted it. It’s not strong enough. Kim and Shego had been married for thirteen years and Kim still didn’t make her coffee the way Shego wanted it.
The black-haired woman approached Kim from behind; she wanted to empty the cup containing the not strong enough coffee over the still beautiful red hair. Shego wanted to hit her with all her might; she wanted to strangle her, squeeze the life out of the pretty little red-hairs neck. Shego found herself wanting to slowly, but safely, murder her wife and chop her up to tiny pieces.
Instead, she chose to kiss the neck of the love of her life and sat down beside her. Kim smiled again at her and gave her the part of the paper that Shego preferred to read.
The rest of the morning was spent in silence, reading the newspaper.
Their life together had never been as good as now.
A/N: I know… not much of a story there, but I like it.