Whole Again - poly!feral boys (DreamSMP)

twenty - eight

your guys' comments make me laugh so hard sometimes haha

also, i'm out of the hospital, so here's the chapter promised! :)

When my eyes blink open in the morning, the chill in the air brings goosebumps to the surface of my arms.

"George, I-", I stop in the middle of my sentence.

The spot next to me is empty.

I smooth down my hair, attempting to look a little less crazy before trying to find my boyfriend.

"George?", I whisper-yell as I peek my head out of the door.

As I leave the room, I can hear his accent coming from the dining room.

Archer and George are hunched over a computer; both passionately talking to one another about something.

I plop into the chair next to George, sending him a soft smile.

"Morning.", he greets me, leaning to press a short kiss on my forehead.

"Morning, sis.", Archer grins at me.

"What are you two up to?", I question them.

Archer slightly tilts the computer away from my view.

"A secret project.", he teases.

I groan, shaking my head at him.

"Did you want something to eat?", he changes the subject.

I shake my head.

"Are you ready for today?", I change the subject this time.

Archer lets out a small huff.

"Mom has ironed my pants three times already this morning. I'm ready to get out of this house for good.", he whispers.

"Trust me, I can't wait to leave.", I mumble back.

George awkwardly laughs, not wanting to interject too much.

Archer shuts the lid of his laptop, disappearing towards his own room.

"When do we have to be at the venue?", George asks me.

I check the watch fastened around my right wrist.

"In about three hours. I'm sure Arch will head out soon.", I tell him.

I can see through the bay window that the SUV is gone, so my parents have left already.

Thank God.

"Aunty!", I hear a small voice.

"Linc!", I giggle, picking up the small boy.

He curls up against my chest, his black hair sticking up in different directions because of the static.

"George, this is Lincoln. He's Archer's little guy.", I coo as I attempt to fix his hair.

"Linc, say hi to George!", I try to prompt the little boy.

Lincoln turns his head to face George, still hiding his face in my shirt.

"He's not scary. Wave to him.", I whisper.

Lincoln raises his hand slowly and waves.

George grins, waving back at him.

"You get to bring Mommy and Daddy's rings to them, huh?", I ask him.

"Yup! And I get to have cake!"

Five-year-olds and cake, always a great mix.

"What kind of cake?", George tries his best to insert himself into the conversation.