Mommy?

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I wake up cuddled into Delilah, my arms around her waist and hers around my neck, our legs tangled together, my face pressed into her chest. I can't help but grin at that a little, snuggling my face further into her cleavage.

"Lucas." She mutters sleepily, and I giggle.

"Yes?" I ask innocently, burying my face further into her cleavage.

"Stop being a hoe." I laugh loudly at her out of character sleepy talk, and she grins and pushes me a little bit.

"I love you." I mumble. She cuddles me closer

"Love you too, baby." She hums, and I giggle and blow a raspberry into her chest. "Luke!" She shrieks, sitting up with a laugh and crawling on top of me. She leans down and gives me a quick peck and I whine when she doesn't give me any more.

"More." I demand, grabbing her shirt and trying to tug her back to me.

"No, morning breath, lemme go." She giggles, and I sigh but release her.

I get up too and go to the kitchen, not bothering putting clothes on over the boxers I'm wearing, and running a hand through my hair. I groan when I remember yesterday as I see the presents still wrapped because we never got around to finishing after everything went down.

Delilah comes into the kitchen and I whine and lean against her, intertwining my hand with hers.

"We never gave each other our presents yesterday." She realizes, and I nod.

"I can't believe the boys. They're such assholes." I say, and she hums in response.

"You should call them." Her words surprise me and I pull away, giving her a disbelieving look.

"What? Did you not hear all that crap they said about you?" I exclaim. She sighs.

"Yeah, I know. But maybe you should let them explain. I mean, they were just worried about you." I do not understand her. How is she not pissed like me?

"No! They don't even know you and they make these conclusions about you and-"

"Exactly lu, they don't know me. I'm not saying they were in the right, but I think their hearts were in the right place. They're your best friends, Luke, you cant let this ruin your friendship. They're good people."

"No. No, if they wanna apologize, I'll listen, but I'm not- no." I roll my eyes and hug onto her, kissing her cheek.

"Okay." She smiles softly. "Why don't we open the other presents now, then?" She kisses my cheek and I nod. I stand and run to my room to grab the presents I got her, having been as careful as I could in wrapping them. The wrapping still sucked, but it was better than the wrapping I did on the boys gifts.

I nervously set them down in front of her and smile brightly, leaning forward to kiss her, then she pulls the large wrapped boxes she got me over.

"You open yours first." I grin, but fidget. What if she doesn't like them? I'm sure she wouldn't tell me if she didn't, but I had such a hard time deciding and I really want her to love them.

"Okay. Which first?"

I bite my lip and hand her the bigger box, and she grins and starts unwrapping it. I draw my eyes to my wringing hands as she does, and I don't look up until I hear her "aww".

She's smiling brightly at the box. It has two smaller boxes inside, one with the picture of the Polaroid camera that's inside, and the other a box full of lenses and frames and film and an album and one of those strings and a bunch of small clips that people hang Polaroid pictures on.

"I love it, baby. I've been wanting one. Thankyou." She grins as I blush, not knowing what to say but happy she liked it.

It's one of the Fuji film cameras, in light blue. It comes with the case and all the accessories, and I had remembered her saying at some point that she wants a Polaroid.

Delilah leans over and kisses me, and then pushes forward the large present wrapped so neatly with adorable penguin wrapping paper.

I unwrap it, seeing just a plain cardboard box with no clue as to what's inside. I open the box, glancing up at her to see her grinning so wide I'm sure she knows I'll like it.

I excitedly pull open the box and pull off the price of styrofoam protecting whatevers inside, gasping when I think I know what's inside.

"No way..." I whisper, pulling it and the red of the styrofoam out and nearly shrieking in excitement when seeing a brand new electric guitar.

I immediately jump forward and hug her tightly and she giggles, kissing my cheek. "Oh my god Thankyou I love you oh my god." I jumble out words with a smile so big my face almost hurts. I've never had an electric guitar because they're expensive but I've wanted one for so long and I can't believe she bought me one.

"I love you too, baby boy." She smiles fondly as I pull back and look over the awesome Matte black strat.

"Ok. Ok. I love it. I guess you can open this one now but I don't know how it's supposed to follow that." I chuckle and she grins. She unwraps it and smiles when she pulls the white mug out, with two pictures of us printed on it. One is a selfie we took on her phone, that I had to sneakily take off her phone and send to myself, and the other is a picture one of the guys had taken of us when we weren't paying attention, us us cuddled up on the couch kissing when we were all watching a movie. The pictures kinda fade and blur into each other at the edges so there's no harsh lines, and they have similar colors so they fit together well and I think the mug is adorable and will go very well with her collection of random cute mugs. Around the top of the mug is a bracelet, with a simple rose gold chain, and a bar that has my handwriting engraved, reading "I ❤️ u". (I tried to write neatly, but it's not the best because my handwriting sucks, and it's a small bracelet so they said I had to make it short, meaning I didn't have room for the entire word love, or you.)

Delilah is smiling brightly at it, and I swear tears are almost forming in her eyes. She takes the bracelet off and reads the bar, than hands it to me and holds out her wrist so I can clasp it on her.

"I l-love it, lu. Thankyou." She mumbles, hugging me tightly once more.

"Good. I was worried you'd think it was lame." I chuckle and she laughs too, shaking her head and looking at the mug.

"It's so sweet. I love it. I love you."