Ace Huxley's Daughter

25

"Pops."

"I swear to god Sonny if you're waking me up other than the apocalypse, today is the day you die." I turned over in bed, burying my head back into him. The past week had been quiet. I'd kept myself out of sight as much as possible. Dad, Hannah, and Sonny are the only people who have seen me in all honesty. I was beyond embarrassed of the entire thing. Apparently Blake couldn't leave because he was the only person the band trusted with the instruments; however, he was no longer allowed within 10 feet of me, nor to be in a room alone with me.

Hannah had said that Nigel had gone ballistic, called his wife and that Zeb had to hold him back when my Dad got there and told them how I was doing. Zeb holding Nigel, Joe holding Dad. No one holding Hannah though. She showed me the black eye she'd given him. It sucks. Losing a best friend is genuinely one of the worst things I've ever experienced and hell, I've had a lot of shit.

"I want to do something with you today."

"No."

"Pops."

"No." I shook my head, pressing my face into him as he turned and tried to pull me back. I wrapped my legs and arms around him, fighting a losing battle. I knew for a fact I wasn't winning this but I sure as fuck didn't want to move out of his hold right now.

"Your dad is walking over right now with coffee. I cannot open this door and get your coffee unless you're at least wearing a top." I grumbled. "Come on, we're in Stockholm. We are not staying in bed all day again. You've had almost a week of getting away with that. We are done with that now. I've got plans for us and I'm not cancelling them."

"You're cranky. Go back to sleep." I reached up for his face, feeling before gently pulling his eyelids closed.

"Cal-"

"Shh, sleepy time." He smiled. "No, no smiley time. Sleepy time. Night night."

"Counting to 3."

"Uh oh."

"1."

"I'm tired Sonny."

"2." I giggled, clinging to him harder, squeezing with all my might.

"Can't we just stay naked and do something else instead?"

"After our plans we can. Last chance Callie." I shook my head and he sighed, barely using a drop of struggle to have my hands pinned above my head and me laid on my back. "Now. Shirt. Coffee. Dressed. Plans."

"You're taking me to die." His jaw clicked. "You're going to drive me out to the woods, fuck me and then murder me aren't you?"

"Carry on and I will drive you to the woods and fuck you but I'm not gonna kill my girlfriend am I?"

"I don't know, the hopelessly devastated boyfriend is less suspicious than some rando."

"I'll answer the door like this if you want. Hands above your head, tits out. I'm sure your dad-"

"No."

"Gonna behave?"

"Pass me a shirt then." He chuckled, letting go of my wrists and helping me put on one of his shirts I'd now claimed as mine. I sat up slowly as Dad tapped on the door, waiting a few seconds before knocking again. "You're good Dad." Sonny pulled the duvet over my bare legs shifting around to grab our phones from the docking station at the other end of the makeshift bedroom.

"Morning you two. I heard you have a busy day and I know how you get without your coffee."

"Gimme!" I extended my hands towards him and Dad laughed, handing over a porcelain mug. One thing about sleeping in here with Sonny is I missed Coffee time with Dad in a morning