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Prompt: Just a day in the life of the Hoying family.
Ryliee- 13
Aiden- 7
Cameron- 6

Setting: Imagine (Future)

Words: 2116
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Mitch grimaced at the persistent beeping from his bedside. He forced his eyes open to a sheet of white, and harshly rubbed them to make out their bed comforter. He reached over to his phone and swiped left, glad his thought to turn down the brightness last night had helped.

It was 6:45am.

He began to roll over, whilst the arm around his waist stayed put. He sighed, weighing his options this morning.

Given the fact it was a Monday, he didn't really care enough to let his husband sleep.

"Babe," he whispered, patting Scott's arm, "I need to go get ready."

A groan from behind him was his reply.

"Lift your arm!" He pushed Scott's arm off his waist playfully and got out of the warm bed, slipping on his glasses.

"You can go back to sleep now." Mitch said, leaning over and kissing Scott's slightly sweaty forehead.

"Guess he hasn't completely cooled down from last night's actions." Mitch thought.

Smirking, he headed into the bathroom and closed the door.

•~•

It was approaching 7:30 when Mitch emerged from the bathroom; dressed and ready for work. A slick navy blue pantsuit, brushed brunette bangs, and the scent of Jasmine were the results of his daily hour in the bathroom. He went into the closet to put away a few things, then walked quietly over to the bed, stooping down to the sleeping boy's height. Mitch smiled, brushing the unruly tangles back.

"Time to wake up, baby." Mitch coaxed, still threading his fingers through the blonde's hair. It seemed to be the day of groaning, because that's the second reply he's gotten.

Mitch laughed it off. "I know, I know. Good weekend tired you out, huh?"

Scott smiled, slightly humming in affirmation as he blinked open his eyes.

"You're beautiful." He mused.

"Mhmm, I know. Get up, sleepyhead. I'll go wake Ryliee and the boys." He patted Scott's shoulder and stood up, but not before Scott's wining brought his attention back.

"No kiss?"

"I've already brushed my teeth; I don't kiss dirty boys." Mitch teased, leaving Scott to moan in complaint as he made his way down the hallway.

He knocked on the decorated door twice.

"Ryles? You up?"

"Yeah, papa. I'm getting dressed." A voice rang out from the other side of the door.

"Awesome. Breakfast in 20. Don't miss the bus today."

Mitch strolled down to the end of the hallway, two doors from their room, and twisted the handle. Just as expected, his two baby boys were passed out on the bunk beds.

"Oh, boys!" Mitch flipped the lights on, causing Aiden to flinch and immediately complain, waking his blonde-headed brother as well.

"It's 4:30 in the morning!" Aiden protested dramatically, covering his head with a pillow.

"No, it's not. It's actually time," he paused when he arrived at his bed side, "for school."

Mitch yanked the pillow from Aiden's grasp, causing Aiden to groan.