No really, I'm okay. I'm also a great liar.

they say i'm a keeper, but if i played quidditch i'd be a chaser

I wake up to the sun lighting up my eyelids and the sound of Annabelle's steady breathing. I feel my back moving with her chest, her arms loosely wound around my middle, her legs intertwined with mine.

When I open my eyes, they're met with the sight of the early morning sun, visible through the window's lack of curtains covering its panes.

I turn my head and am entranced by the sight of Annabelle before me. Her rose petal lips are parted gently, and the sunlight's caught in her soft, sleepy curls. I have an urge to run my hand through them.

So I do.

Her skin is glowing slightly, and I just look at her for a while.

Whenever I wake up, it's very rare that I'm able to go back to sleep. 

I assume this morning falls in the vast majority, so I slowly ease our limbs into an untangled state, careful not to wake her.

After brushing my teeth and washing my face, I head downstairs.

I hear someone in the kitchen, so I make my way over there. It's Bonnie, sitting at the breakfast bar knitting. She's in these flannel pajama pants that remind me of Jacob's and a thin pink robe that looks a lot like the one Annabelle has.

When she hears my footsteps against the cold floor, she looks up and beams.

"Good mornin', Haze! D'you want some coffee?" she offers. I accept with a smile. She gets off the stool and goes up on her tiptoes to reach a mug from the cabinet.

She hands me the mug, a small pitcher of milk, and a little bowl of sugar, and then slides a small plate with a scone on it.

"Thanks."

"No problem, hon."

And as I eat, she goes back to her knitting and I pull out my phone and text Jenna.

You up?

A couple moments pass, then the little dots pop up on her side of the screen.

nope

Well neither am i

how're the in-laws??

They're really sweet

I pause, then add And we're not married. Yet.

key word is yet hunny you two are in love i wanna be the flower girl

Okay jbabe, okay

jacob is up and like out of bed and it's confusing me we usually both sleep in??? what did u do to him??

I bet he just misses me

yeah he's like a clingy puppy it's adorable

I giggle at my phone, then say goodbye to Jenna and turn off my phone.

Bonnie looks up when she hears me put it down. She doesn't tell me off or anything for using my phone at the table like I know my parents would have done. It's nice, not being berated for every small thing.

"Annabelle has mentioned, in her infinite ramblings about you, that you like twenty one pilots."

I smile. "Yeah, they're my favorite band."

"I haven't listened to too much of them," she muses, counting stitches. "Just the ones Annabelle plays a lot. One's called Hometown, I think. She plays that one the most. I don't think she'll ever get sick of it."

"I love that song. I feel like it's impossible to get sick of it."

"I like it, too. And some of their others. The ones I've heard. Any other bands?"

"There are a lot, I'm warning you."

"We have time," she says, eyes twinkling.

There has never been a person more suited to their job than Bonnie Lev-Damore.

If I needed a therapist, I'd go directly to her. She asks just the right questions that get you going and excited about what you're talking about, and it feels like she'd never judge you, or let anyone judge you.

And she doesn't feel cold or distant, either. She'll add in a personal anecdote every now and then to make it less of a one-sided conversation.

Felicity comes down next, awake for the most part.

They all own the same light pink robe. It's really cute. I strongly suspect that Bonnie knitted them all.

The lazy conversation continues. We all chat over our coffee. Bonnie takes hers with cream and sugar, like Annabelle. Felicity takes hers black.

I only got here yesterday, but I already feel like part of the family.

It's nearing noon when there's finally footsteps, and soon enough, in stumbles a sleepy mess of an Annabelle, hair bouncing out of its bun and eyes still clouded slightly. She pours coffee haphazardly into a mug, very nearly splashing it over twice (it makes me anxious just watching), then plops down heavily in the stool next to me, immediately leaning against me and closing her eyes.

"Mornin', Annabelle," Bonnie greets.

"Ngh," Annabelle responds, the incoherent sound muffled by my collarbone. Bonnie just smiles fondly at her daughter.

I look down into Annabelle's mug and giggle. She poured it black. I take it out of her hands and put milk and sugar into it, then push it back towards my sleepy girlfriend.

I lean over and kiss her on the temple, then wrap my arm around her shoulders to pull her closer. Felicity and Bonnie share a look.

Later in the day, I decide to go for a walk.

I'm pulling on a pair of white shorts and some socks, and I hear Bonnie's voice outside.

"She's a keeper, Annie."

"I know! She's just --" I can envision Annabelle right now: her nose scrunched up and her eyebrows furrowed and her hands grasping the air for the perfect word, "really, really amazing."

I blush at the admission, even though she doesn't know I can hear them.

And when the door swings open, Annabelle just kind of stands there. I turn around, putting the remaining half of my hair into a bun.

"What?" I mumble, slipping one of the hair ties off my wrist and tying it off.

"Nothing," she says, kissing me on the top of my head. "You just look really pretty."

This time, she can see my blush.

a/n: this will make 1000 words