My Best Friends Brother

Chapter 93

Oh my God, what is that delectable smell?

The sunlight seeps in through the slightly parted fabric of the curtains that cover my windows, I could've sworn I left them open last night?

Blinking myself awake, the comforting weight that was on my chest last night is no longer there and as I reach out with closed lids I realise that the spot he was tucked into on the other side of the bed is now empty.

Wait, what time is it?

Pulling my lids open from the best night sleep I've had in a long fucking time, I glance over at my clock to see it's already after ten. Where the hell is Liam? He never sleeps in this late. Actually, where the hell is Miles as well?

My questions are quickly answered when a rush of giggling comes from the downstairs layer of the house. Forcing myself from the comfort of the sheets, I find a lukewarm cup of coffee awaiting on the bedside cabinet. He made me coffee?

The air downstairs is cooler as it slaps at my naked chest, the sleep in my own face is definitely not resembled by the two people chuckling away at each other sitting at my kitchen counter.

"Good morning sleepyhead, finally decided to grace us with your presence then?" Miles jokes with a wink before turning back to whatever he's doing in the kitchen. Is he cooking? I wasn't entirely convinced that my oven actually fucking worked.

Liam slips down off the bar stool and runs to wrap his arms around my waist, his lips slightly purple from whatever Miles has been feeding him this morning.

"Hey little man, why didn't you wake me up when you woke up?" Liam always wakes me up...

He smiles up at me, looking a right mess between the food on his face and the dried on pizza sauce that covers his pyjama top, he's still the cutest kid I've ever seen though.

"When I knocked the door this morning Milo came out and he said you were sleepy, so we came down here and watched cartoons. Did you know about the turtles who're ninjas too? It's really old but it's so cool! Milo's just making more pancakes but then he said we can watch some other ones as well, he knows all the good cartoons."

He seriously woke up with Liam first thing this morning so that I could fucking sleep? Fuck, he really is perfect.

Wait, did he say pancakes?!

Miles smirks as he leans over the counter and places down a small plate of pancakes for Liam, before placing a whole stack by the seat next to him. The purple around Liam's lips becomes understandable when I see the blueberries oozing the juice all over the food.

Blueberry pancakes. He made fucking blueberry pancakes for breakfast. Is he trying to just make me marry him? Because he carries on like this and I fucking will.

I'm joking... kind of.

Liam picks up his plate and scurries over to the couch, plopping himself down and not even bothering with a fork before picking at the pancake with his fingers and immediately shovelling it into his mouth.

"That's like his third batch, don't you people ever feed that kid?" Miles laughs whilst pouring me a mug of much warmer coffee and leaving it next to the plate of food I still can't quite believe is real. Is he even fucking real?

I slip around the counter, he's thrown on a pair of my shorts but everything else is very much open for my viewing, his shoulder still looks so fucking painful but it's outmatched by the shining smile on his face. His tanned skin littered with tiny marks, my lips making sure to let anyone who sees him know that he's my fucking guy now.

"I didn't know you could cook." I state walking towards him, quickly glancing out to make sure Liam is preoccupied with Donatella and Michelangelo before kissing him soft and fast.