Three's A Crowd

Fifteen | Kindergarten Sweetheart

(y/n)'s POV:

Today we were going over to Chris' for that breakfast Chris' mother, Lisa, invited us all to. Both his mother and Scott arrived there yesterday and decided to invite us all over for breakfast after hearing Chris was with both me and Sebastian. But then it hit me. What were the kids going to have? I mean, if we were having breakfast there at 8, they shouldn't have anything before then so we could appreciate the breakfast effort, but then again, I didn't want them to starve until 8.

Chris' place was a little far from me and Seb's, maybe an 8 to 10 minute drive, so we asked Chris if he could be the one to drive us there with that shortcut he knew of. It didn't seem too much of a problem for him because he knew every turn and stoplight going back to his place. It would make the journey quicker.

It was 6:40 when I woke up to Sebastian spooning me, his sharp nose nuzzled into the crook of my neck, soft, little puffs of air escaping his lips into the cold morning atmosphere. I turned my head carefully to check on the kids, who were in the same position we last saw them the night we turned in for bed. Except for maybe Joshua. He was about to fall off the couch and crash into the twins if he decided to shift his arm into a more... comfortable position.

I carefully slid out of Sebastian's grip and crawled over to Joshua, the tiredness still weighing my body down. I kneeled over to him and slid my arms under Joshua's knees and back, carrying him back to where I had originally laid him down. He was either getting heavier or I really was just too tired and old. I look over and saw that Chris' space was empty. Hmm... well, he was a heavy sleeper, so I think he would've slept well last night... must be an early riser then. I shrugged off the little thought and pushed myself to stand up, walking towards the kitchen to get myself a cup of coffee, maybe down the tiredness in me.

There was already fresh coffee in the brewer. It must've been Chris then. While pulling out a cup and spoon from the drying rack, I felt a cold hand slide on my hip, the other resting on my shoulder. Of course, it's already instinct of my idiot brain to think it was Sebastian despite having acknowledged Chris' absence on the mattress, so, naturally and stupidly, I leaned over my shoulder to give his hand a squeeze, keeping it there as I continued to stir my coffee up. "Well you're up early..." I say quietly, my voice hoarse from the cold morning air.

"Got used to it." a deep voice replied, followed by a deep chuckle. Of course, that wasn't Sebastian. And I am a complete idiot for not noticing that sooner. His voice was deep and hoarse and had... a fucking sexy Boston accent to it— definitely Chris. And I'm still so surprised that it's him standing behind me and not Sebastian. I blushed heavily and continued to act casually, continuing to stir my coffee, clearing my throat, hoping he wouldn't catch on to my fidgety posture. "You?"

"Thought I'd, uh, get up early and prepare early," I reply, swallowing the non existent lump of nervousness that had formed in my throat. I turn around slowly to face Chris, who was in nothing but a white towel, showing off the couple months of training and gym time, every little dip and crease of his muscles just there, waving, v-line sculpted in a not-so-innocent curve, leaving so much to the imagination.

Jesus Christ.

I shook my head to rid the sudden dirty thoughts and forced a casual smile, praying to God that I wasn't staring too long and that he didn't notice. "Seb might have clothes for you upstairs. I know he won't mind you looking better than him in his own clothes." I play, surprised I sounded as casual as I could get. Chris chuckles, shaking his head as he stared at the floor for a brief moment, glancing back up at me with a grin.

"Think you could get some for me?" he asked, his hot minty breath fanning my face. I saw his eyes avert to my lips for a split second but I pushed that all the way to the back of my head, thinking it must be my mind playing tricks on me. "Repay the favor for letting me style you up like the doll you are?"