mornings with you.
It's rare that you wake up before Hobie and Miles, but on the occasion that you do, you always make sure to appreciate the view.
Hobie's face is pressed against your neck, and he's breathing hot air onto your skin while an arm is slung across your waist. Miles is clinging to you, a leg hitched over yours, and his head resting on your chest.
The room is quiet, save for the sound of your three different breathing patterns, and the curtains are drawn. Sunlight forces its way through the thin material, casting the room in a warm glow.
It's moments like these that remind you just how lucky you are. Moments where your heart feels as though it's about to burst, and you could spend eternity like this, tangled up with the two people that you love most.
You know it's only a matter of time before Hobie's alarm goes off, and Miles will complain about being woken up so early on a Saturday. You know that the next argument will start the second someone asks who's going to make breakfast. It will inevitably end with all three of you crowded around the stove, making a mess in the kitchen.
The thought makes you smile, and you press a kiss to the tip of Hobie's nose, and then one to the top of Miles' head.
You want this moment to last forever.
But for now, you'll settle for the next few min- Beep. Beep. Beep.
"Fuck, turn that shit off, it's Saturday." Miles grumbles, burrowing his face deeper into the crook of your neck.
Or not.