That Book. (Wally Darling AU's x reader!)

Ch-2: page 2

Yawning, I stir from my comfortable slumber. My eyes flutter open to haze upon a sleeping figure in my arms, where I lay bestowed on the couch. I smile, petting Grayscales hair ever tenderly, the locks- although- fairly disheveled.

“Honey,” I whisper, leaning in a way that further cradles the small man. I lazily glance around for a moment, my eyes adjusting and taking in the surroundings. Where in the living room, still, a blanket gently covering us both. The TV is playing faintly as Royal is reading a book, sipping coffee on the loveseat.

“Good morning, Y/n.” Royal softly hums, not glancing from his sparkling book. “I made breakfast, it's on the island.”

“Okay, thank you.” I yawn, and adjust. Grayscale, feeling the movement, clung his tiny hands to my shirt. I smile softly, picking him up and bearing him on my hip, and wrapping the small blanket around him.

“Go back to sleep, mi osito.” And with that, only the noise of content breathing can be heard from the slumbering Grayscale.

With a silent and steady pace, I walk to the kitchen. Grayscale placed parentally on my hip, still. I glance over at the island, decorated in breakfast foods and drinks. I glance at Royal, wondering why he doesn't do this more often but I accept it anyways.

Carefully, I grab a small bowl of fresh fruit salad, on a separate plate- some pancakes, and a drink I settle on warm tea, for now.

Hands full with a tray, I go and sir at a dining table. There is placed Hunter and RF, both voices deep and slow with a morning rasp as they drowsily discuss their factories with odd enticement. I feel oddly content, like it should be this calm more often.

I take a bite of the pancake, reveling in it's divine flavor and pronounced sweetness. The whipped cream on top as well as the strawberries and sugar push a groan of enjoyment from my lips, devouring the rest within what seemed like minutes.

I hear a faint chuckle, glancing up I notice the three- Royal, RF, and Hunter- staring at me. Flustered, I set my fork down. “It's that good, huh?” RF gently grinned, reaching over and removing some whipped cream from my plate and licking it off his extended finger.

“Not bad.”

“That's just the whipped cream, ding-dong.” I raise an eyebrow, glancing at the sleeping grayscale placed around my lap and leaning on my torso. I smile again.

“I had some earlier, I know it's good, Y/n.” He rolls his eyes, yet the ghost of a grin crosses his lips as he goes to sip his mug of coffee, labeled with a sticker of #1 dad, written by Ophelia. My heart aches slightly at it.

“Anyways, you're up early, Y/n. It's only 8:45 am?” Hunter bitterly chimes in, raising an eyebrow as he steals a strawberry from my fruit salad. I frown, pulling the bowl closer while murmuring ‘my food.’ sadly.

“Agreed, you've never been up this early in our stay so far.” Royal nods, sipping his beverage with curiosity.

“I don't know.” I shrug.

“Makes sense; what do you know?” RF muses.

“I know you'll get your ass kicked if you ever have an attitude with me again, shit-face coffee cruncher.” I grunt, picking the bowl of my fruit up and tilting my head back, letting the fruit and berries dive into my bag of a mouth, then- when finished- I set my bowl back down and hum contently as I chew.

“Such grace; didn't spill a thing.” Royal sarcastically remarks, pointing out the fact I have a banana slice on my chest. I glare at them, quickly picking the slic eup and shoving it into my mouth.