50 Shades of Family

Party

Phoebe's POV

I woke up at six this morning and realized it was Wednesday and that I had no reason to get up at such an ungodly hour. So because I am a lazy bum, I texted Alexander, since I know he gets up at 5:30 every Wednesday to run, and asked him to bring me coffee.

Being the wonderful boyfriend he is, he replied with "anything for my princess ;)".

How can you not love that?

It is now 9:00 in the morning and I feel very refreshed and energized. Except my breath smells like satan him self and I only yawned. I hop out of bed and skip into the restroom where I tame the beehive on my head and brush my teeth.

I don't even have to text Alexander to know that he is here because I can smell the faint scent of my morning usual as well as a small whif of his cologne. I'm sure he came up here to check on me.

Besides, I can see his car sitting in the drive way.

I bound down the steps and sure enough there is a wet head full of black waves nestled in the middle of the couch. I grab my beverage off the counter where he left it and make my way over to him.

He doesn't take his eyes off the tv screen as he lifts his arm for me as a welcoming gesture. "Morning." he mumbles. I smile and snuggle into his side.

"Morning. And thanks for the coffee."I attempt to turn hi face with one hand and kiss his lips, but his eyes still never wavered from the game. What is it about football that's so interesting?

"Yes!" he throws his arms up as a Seahawk player intercepts a very nice spiral. Right after the play, that I'm sure is going to make it on the games highlights, the tv switches to a commercial about allergies. His attention finally focuses on me.

"Have I told you how beautiful you are?" He smiles, and I do to too.

"You hardly said good morning." I pout. He sighs and turns his body to me so I have his full attention. He grabs my face and looks me dead in the eye. His gaze isn't harsh, or even remotely close. It is soft and loving. Just the way I like it.

"Good morning, sweetheart." He kisses my forehead. "Have I mentioned," he kisses my cheek, "how beautiful," my other cheek, "you," my nose, "are?" and finally his lips land where I want them to.

I pulled away from him and giggle, "No, I don't think you have." Alexander growls, actually growls, at me before pushing me backwards to lay in the couch.

"Well, I guess you could use some reminding then." He whispers and attacks my neck with kisses and nips here and there. I laugh aloud and try I get him to stop. I really don't want him to.

"You guys make me sick," a gruff voice grumbles causing Alexander and me to sit up again. Teddy is in the kitchen facing us with his shoulders hunched.

"Well, being in a relationship is much more fulfilling than just having one night stands." Alexander replies. I furrow my eyebrows and look up at him with a mix of confusion, anger, and jealousy. "Not that I would know."

"Smooth." I roll my eyes and look at my brother once again.

"You've only been together for what, a month or two?" Teddy scoffs. I hate him. "Anyway, mom and dad will be back in the morning, so we need to do something."

"We don't need to do anything." I shake my head. Ted's idea of something is usually a party with the guys, inviting girls over, or walking around the house commando. I prefer none of the above to happen. The former will only land us in trouble, and that latter is, well...just gross.

"I'll call some of the guys over, you can call some of your girl friends, Alexander can get his hands off of you," My brother glares at my boyfriend who immediately retracts his hands from my lap. "And all will be in order when mom and dad return."