Locked & Loaded (Gardens to Guns #3) (Academy fanfic)

Part 12

Sang’s POV

        “Baby, time to get up.” I felt North nuzzling my neck. I burrowed into the pillow. Maybe if I don't move, he'd be quiet and I could go back to sleep. “Sang… Baby… you have to get up.”

         “Don’t wanna, North. Can’t we just cuddle a while longer?”

         He growled. “Baby, get your ass out of bed before I do something stupid like let you stay here. Luke is making your damn pancakes, and we need to get moving.”

         “Fine.” I started to crawl out of bed, but North grabbed me around the waist. “Nope. I still get a good morning hug, first.” Ah, yes… the best part of waking up is not Folger’s… it’s a good morning hug from one of the guys!

         I crawled out of his lap and went toward the attic to get my clothes, but North stopped me. “Gabe already picked out your clothes. Luke put them in the bathroom.” I stumbled into the bathroom and saw the pile of clothes on the counter. Without even looking at them, I started the water in the tub.

         The smell of pancakes and coffee hit me. My stomach growled. I bathed as quickly as I could, and then dried off and grabbed my clothes. After putting on my underwear and bra, I pulled on black skinny jeans and reached for the top. I unfolded it and read what was on front. I giggled. Luke is going to love this. North? We’ll have to see.

         I put on the shirt and grabbed the pink socks. I looked at the boots- really, Meanie? I’d put those on after breakfast. I braided my hair, wrapping a pink camo band around the bottom. Grabbing the boots, I made my way downstairs.

         I rounded the corner into the kitchen. North sat at the table, and Luke placed the last of the pancakes on a platter. They both looked up at the same time and looked me up and down. Luke smiled like his face was going to break, but North’s look was… I don’t know what it was.

         “Is breakfast ready?”

 North’s POV

        I was going to kill Gabe. It was that simple. For my own sanity, that little shit had to die.

         To almost anyone else on the planet, what Baby had on was tame- boring even. But shit! He did this on purpose. Black jeans that hugged her hips perfectly. Adorable little pink socks. The little pink camouflage ponytail holder. Combat boots! Seriously? But that top… black long sleeved t-shirt, not too tight, but definitely not loose… nothing crazy about that… but the outline of the girl holding a gun and the words “Silly Boys, Guns are for Girls” in pink camo… Damn, she was my kind of perfect.

         Luke talking broke through my obvious stupor. “Breakfast is served, my Lady.” Sang sat down, and Luke placed a plate of those awful pancakes in front of her. I slid a small bowl of fruit over to her, and she smiled.

         “Thank you, North.” I grunted. That was all the communication I was capable of at the moment. I reached for my phone and texted the butthead.

 N: You. Are. Dead.

         Almost immediately, I got a reply.

 G: What? I thought you’d like it.

         Fucker.

         “Everything ok?” Sang looked worried.

         “Everything’s fine, Baby. Just texting with Gabe.”

         Her face lit up. “Can you tell him thanks for the outfit? I love it!”

         “Sure, Baby.” I glanced over at Luke. He looked like he was going to explode if he didn’t laugh soon.

 N: Baby likes the outfit, you little shit. You might get to live. I haven’t decided yet.

 G: She looks hot and you know it. Look at it this way, you get to ogle her shooting today, and I don’t.

 Well… there was that…

Her t-shirt: http://www.zazzle.com/girls_guns_tshirt-235646972712034571