Lemon and Sugar- DNF

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When George awoke the next morning, mocha eyes fluttering open to glance around the room he's met with no Dream by his side. There's no arm wrapping his waist to pull him into a warm chest that he's become used to waking up to over the past few years.

Groggily, he rolls over, arm moving to pat down the bed where the blonde usually lays but finding no body where his should be. A small huff escapes George's lips, dissipating into the warm Florida morning air from an open window across the room.

Perhaps Dream woke up before Adelia and decided to go and watch something on TV he ponders to himself for a moment, yawning slightly as he does so.

With a groan, he rolls himself out of bed, joints clicking into place when he puts weight onto his feet, a common occurrence that he's grown used to at this point. His mum always used to tell him that only old people had clicking joints, however, he found out at the ripe age of thirteen she was definitely wrong with her assumption. Either that or George was just unfit, it could be either reason.

Sighing, he makes his way towards the door, touching the cool metal handle and twisting it open before pulling the door towards him. The wood creaks as it moves causing the brunette to wince, his ears not having fully adjusted to being awake quite yet.

His steps are small as he walks across the hall to Adelias room to check on her, a hand making it's way to rub his eyes as he walks past in order to get rid of any sleep dust that might've accumulated whilst he rested. Usually Dream would point it out to him with a giggle first thing in the morning, evoking a huff from the brunette. However, this morning he was left to do it himself and he'd forgotten until now.

Within seconds he reaches his daughters door, twisting the handle before pushing the door open, eyes still half shut from the light in the hallway.

It's dark in Adelias room, the blackout blinds blocking out any light from the outside so that she can get as much sleep as possible when she has naps or goes to bed. It takes a moment for his eyes to adjust, mocha simply blinking in the darkness and seeing nothing in return.

However, after a moment his vision comes back to him and the sight he's met with is nothing short of adorable. His heart clenches at the sight, face flushing a subtle pink hue beneath the dim light due to the overload of domesticity he feels.

There in front of him lays Dream, head rested atop a fluffy green pillow, a random blanket pulled up over his bare chest to keep him slightly warm and his hand resting between the bars of Adelias crib. However, what has to be the best part of it all is how Adelias small hand is wrapped carefully around Dreams thumb and index finger, squeezing them tightly in her sleep.

A small noise escapes Adelias lips, a tint hum of sorts from her little mouth before she smacks her lips together in her sleep and rolls closer towards the edge of her crib where Dreams hand lays.

Pulling his phone out, the brunette can't help but take a quick photo, the flash causing him to close his eyes as it snaps. When the image shows up on his screen a small smile works it's way onto his face, tugging on his lips until he has no choice but to leave the room and close the door out of worry he'll wake the two asleep simply from his own emotions.

Once in the kitchen he rests against the counter and stares at the photo again, it's just so perfect he can't take his eyes off it. So with a grin atop his face he sets it to his lock screen, giving him the ability to see it every time he goes to open his phone.

To test it he locks his phone quickly before tapping on the screen. It lights up instantly, the photo on full display for him or anyone who takes his phone to see. With a gentle nod to himself, he pockets his phone and bends down to grab a few pans from the cupboard, deciding upon cooking both him and Dream breakfast for when the blonde wakes up.

Glancing at the time he assumes Dream will be woken up soon, after all, he is in a room with a baby who once she's had enough sleep will easily let him know. With the knowledge that Dream won't be asleep for much longer he pulls some ingredients out of the fridge and begins to prepare them.

Soft hands work swiftly with the utensils, chopping up the things he needs and whisking items together. His plan was to make some semi-spicy omelettes he'd seen online a little while back, deciding that Dream could just suck it up with the spice because he didn't get up early enough to choose what he wanted cooked.

The gas turns on easily, heating up the pan that he tips the diced chillis, onions and peppers into, pushing them around with a spatula before adding the egg mixture he'd made for the omelettes.

Just as he's about to finish off the first one, he hears a noise from the doorway, feet against the floor to be specific. His head turns round and he's met with the second adorable sight of the morning, almost dropping the spatula into the pan out of being purely flustered by nothing.

Leaning against the doorway stands Dream, hair in a mess from sleeping only moments ago, one hand rubbing his eyes quickly before he flashes a sleepy smile at the brunette who stands looking at him with nothing other than love. In his arms is Adelia, small whines of protest most likely to the light escaping her lips as she sleepily squeezes her emerald eyes open and closed again before letting out a small cough.

"Morning", Dream says sleepily, running a hand through his hair before placing it on Adelias back and rubbing it softly.

"You're up late", George comments gently as he turns back to the omelettes, placing the first one on to a plate so that Dream can't see quite how much the domestic life affects his poor heart.

"Did you miss me that much?", the blonde retorts with a soft smile as he places Adelia down into a high chair they recently bought her so that he can make his way towards George.

"Maybe", the brunette responds quietly, pouring the next batch of omelette mix into the pan with a sizzle.

Without a response, Dream wraps his arms around his lovers waist, tightening his grasp to pull him into his chest slightly. His head rests itself upon George's shoulder, lips pressing a gentle kiss onto the brunettes neck before turning to face forwards.

"Love you", he says softly into George's ear as he rubs the brunettes stomach gently with his fingers where they're interlocked around his waist.

"Love you too Dream", the brunette replies with an evident blush in his voice, the smile is audible as well which causes a tug on Dreams own lips as he tightens his grip a little more.

"Breakfast smells good", the blonde comments softly, taking an inhale of the omelette scent.

"Thank you", George responds with a smile, placing the second omelette onto a plate before turning off the gas and spinning round in Dreams grasp to face him.

The distance between them is minimal as Dream bumps their noses together, foreheads also resting together.

"You're the best thing that's ever happened to me", the blonde smiles as he looks into mocha eyes that seem to radiate love.

With those words he presses a gentle kiss atop pink lips in front of him, hands dropping to the brunettes hips, pulling them slightly closer. Lips move in sync for a moment, red tint evident on both of their cheeks as they share the intimate moment together after having been starved of this in the presence of an attention needing baby.

"We need a date night", Dream says softly when he pulls back, fingers making circles on George's hips as he speaks, "This evening, me and you, cuddles on the sofa and a movie".

"I like that idea", George responds with a hum before he presses their lips into one more quick chaste kiss.

"Now", Dream says with a sappy smile on tugging on his lips, "What've you made for us that smells so good?"

1448 words <3

You guys deserve fluff and I'm lonely so BAM there we go. someone date me rn goddamn look at what could happen smh