𝙲𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚎̀ 𝚃𝚒𝚝𝚕𝚎 | John Price

Chapter Twenty-Four | 18+

"Good morning, sleepyheads!" Melody chirps loudly as she bursts into her father's room, bellyflopping directly onto the unsuspecting couple who are sleeping soundly in each other's arms. "The birds are singing~! And breakfast won't eat itself!"

John jolts awake, his arms instinctively wrapping around Daisy to shield her from the sudden intrusion. "Melody, for fuck's sake, what the hell?" he growls, his voice thick with sleep.

Daisy, despite being half asleep, giggles softly at Melody's antics. "What'd you make, Melon?" She cracks an eye open, her head resting against John's chest.

"I'm so glad you asked, step-mommy." Melody grins, bouncing off the bed with the energy of a caffeinated squirrel. "Biscuits and gravy, eggs, and the works. But if you don't get down here in ten minutes, it's all mine!"

John groans, rolling his eyes. "Fine, fine. We're coming, you little menace."

"Wouldn't be the first time, obviously," Melody snorts and yelps as both Daisy and John throw pillows at her. She darts out of the room with a mischievous laugh, her footsteps retreating down the stairs.

"We didn't have sex, you gremlin!" Daisy calls out to Melody's retreating form, her voice a mix of exasperation and amusement. She looks at John, who groans and rests his arm over his eyes.

"Well, she's definitely going to think we did now," John mumbles, peeking out from under his arm. He chuckles, the sound rumbling through his chest.

Daisy playfully rolls her eyes before climbing onto his lap, her lips pressing against his. "Good morning," she purrs softly, her hand gently stroking the stubble along his jaw.

John groans, his arms wrapping around her waist as he deepens the kiss. The taste of her mouth is a sweet reminder of the night before, and he's tempted to ignore the promise of breakfast and stay wrapped up in her warmth—But the sound of Melody's loud singing downstairs brings reality crashing back in, and he reluctantly pulls away. "We better go before she comes back with the frying pan," he chuckles.

"No," Daisy whines, burying her nose against his neck as she playfully goes limp. "I just wanna sleep and cuddle with you~"

John laughs, his arms tightening around her again. "As much as I'd love that, I don't think Melody's going to let us off the hook that easily." He nuzzles against her, his hand squeezing her ass gently.

"Ma ass!" Daisy squeaks, her eyes snapping open as she squirms against John's playful grip. "Fine, you win. But just for the record, I'm not a morning person!"

John laughs, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "But you're so much more adorable when you're grumpy." He nips at her neck, making her giggle and squirm even more.

Daisy slaps his shoulder playfully. "You're terrible." But she can't help the smile that tugs at her lips. "Alright, alright, I'm up!" She reluctantly slides off his lap and stretches out her limbs. "But I want more kisses before we go."

John stands up, towering over her as he leans down to press a gentle kiss to her forehead, then her cheek, then finally captures her mouth again. The kiss is tender and lingering, filled with all the passion they didn't fully act on last night. Daisy's arms wrap around his neck, pulling him closer, and John's hand rests on the small of her back, his thumb stroking her skin in gentle circles.

They finally break apart, both panting slightly, and John whispers, "I'll give you all the kisses you want, but if we don't get down there now, Melody's going to burn down the kitchen."

"Just one more," Daisy mutters, her eyes lidded as she kisses him again, subtly pulling him back towards the bed.

John laughs, his hand sliding down to give her ass a firm pat. "No, you greedy little thing, we need to get going before she sends a search party or decides to use us as burnt offerings for the breakfast gods."