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𝖙𝖗𝖎𝖌𝖌𝖊𝖗 𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖉 𝖎𝖓 𝖔𝖕𝖊𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖆𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗'𝖘 𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖊



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sapnap trails into the kitchen, drowning in his big hoodie that falls halfway down his thighs. his hair is a mess over his eyes and it's only when he brushes it out of his face that he realises he's forgotten to hide it beneath a cap.

he's too tired to backtrack now, so he just forgets it, taking himself over to the kitchen island. rosie is sitting in her high chair, clearly trying to eat whatever mushy beige food is in her bowl but evidently just making a mess of it.

"she looks like she's struggling," he observes verbally, looking over at dream, who turns back from the stove in response to his friend's voice.

he shifts his attention straight to rosie, sighing quietly to himself. he puts down the spatula and the cloth he's been holding, having clearly been multitasking, and says, "sorry, i didn't even realise."

he goes to make his way over to the baby but sapnap stops him with a hand on the blonde's chest.

sapnap retracts the hand almost immediately, trying to ignore how it leaves his hand feeling tingly. he clears his throat, ridding it of the morning croak, and says, "don't worry, i got it."

dream smiles at that, small but genuine. he mumbles a quick response of, "thank you," before turning back to the stove to continue with food.

sapnap pulls a stall over, closer to rosie's high chair, and uses her bib to wipe away the mess around her mouth before picking up her previously unused spoon and bringing a mouthful up to her lips. her small mouth parts, closing again around the spoon, and sapnap has to pull it out to prevent her from chewing on the plastic.

sapnap glances back at dream, watching as the blond hurries between cooking and cleaning the equipment he's finished with. he looks cute, all rushed and flustered as he tries to keep his mind on one thing but quickly goes off track.

he's only wearing a white tee and some grey sweatpants, and sapnap can't help but silently admire.

every feature of dream is perfect: his rigid jawline, the stubble he has there working as extra definition, his fluffy hair that curls so cutely over his forehead and around his ears, his broad shoulders and strong chest, his soft belly- toned but not sculpted and with the perfect level of pudge, his godly waist-to-hip ratio and his thick, yet defined legs.

rosie trills her lips together and sapnap glances expectantly at the baby. he remembers then that he was tasked with the job of feeding her and focuses his attention there once more.

his gaze still wonders occasionally back to dream but, all-in-all, he does a good job of not letting himself get too distracted.

dream's cooking bacon and eggs (sapnap can smell as much), which means he's cooking with george in mind since it was the eldest boy's favourite breakfast. sapnap remembers george saying something about it being a british delicacy- whatever that means.

sapnap locks his attention on rosie now.

his favourite breakfast is waffles, though he isn't sure if dream even knows that. the blond never cared to ask.

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