Not So Delicate ||18+|| ✔️

Brooklyn ~Bonus~

WARNING: Slightly explicit behavior and explicit language.

[TIMELINE: This takes place on Christmas Eve of the same year they got married. They're 2 weeks married.]

I was awoken by the sound of talking. Squirming, I realize that I was lying on top of someone. When I opened my eyes, I was met with the sight of Zachary, eyes on me, a soft smile on his lips.

"Merry Christmas Eve, my love." He whispers gently, his fingers combing through my hair. I smile lazily and kiss his chin before climbing off of him, my body touching someone else's. I look down to see Callan looking at me warily before smiling cheekily and pulling me onto him, bear-hugging me.

"Where's Atticus?" I whisper softly, curling up between the two muscular bodies. There was silence for a beat, just the sounds of our breathing and the soft rustle of the sheets under us. My finger lazily traced over the intricate bee tattoo on Callan's side, a reminder of when we started becoming serious.

It was our first Christmas as a married couple. We would be going out on our honeymoon soon but wanted to spend Christmas here, after all, a white Christmas will always be my favorite.

"He went to the club for some work. We've been having some trouble with the maintenance so he went down to have a chat with them." Callan says softly, his fingers caressing the flesh of my thighs. I hum softly and shake my head.

"Poor maintenance crew..." I sigh softly before sitting up and grinning at them. "First Christmas breakfast with my husbands."

I catch the way Callan tongues his cheek, his eyes slowly raking over my half-naked body, his eyebrow quirking.

Hot.

"Don't look at me like that," I grumble, trying to climb out of bed but I feel Zachary's arm hook around my thigh, refraining me from moving. He tugs me back a little as he sits up, making me sit with my back pressed to his chest. Callan smirked and adjusted himself, his forefinger and thumb playing with the fabric of the shirt I wore.

"How can I not look at you when you look so edible wearing my shirt like this?" He hums lowly, his hands starting to unbutton my shirt. I smack his hands away and glare at him.

"Are you not satisfied enough from last night?" I grumble, snapping my thighs shut when his eyes drop to my panties. "Quit being a pervert, pervert."

"I'll never get enough of you, my darling. Never." He grins, his eyes twinkling mischievously before registering my words. "Don't call me a pervert, weirdo."

I squish his cheeks and kiss his nose softly before quickly climbing over him, looking at Zachary who just shook his head with a smile before laying down again.

"You two stay put. I'm making you breakfast but having you two in the kitchen with me is a hazard." I clap my hands softly and smile. When I looked at them properly, I noticed that they weren't listening to a word I was saying. I look down at myself and find the reason. "I married dogs."

"Woof woof." Zachary catcalled, winking at me as Callan wolf-whistled.

"I'm so done with you two." I groan, turning and walking away from those animals. When I got to the door, I heard Callan and Zachary growling and barking at me, making me look at them horrified before running out of the room.

I sauntered into the kitchen and started cooking up some breakfast, hearing my two husbands laughing and talking with each other in the room. I make some simple pancakes and bacon with coffee. As I finish up the fluffy pancakes, I feel two strong arms wrap around my waist, making me gasp softly.

"Good morning, baby girl," Atticus whispers lowly, his breath fanning out on my neck, teasing my pulse.

"Good morning... how was work?" I mumble, trying to plate the food as fast as I could so I didn't burn anything. Atticus slowly kisses my shoulder, his lips finding their way under the cloth of the white button-up. His lips felt so warm and soft against my skin.