The next morning, we woke up on the couch, limbs being a tangled mess with each other. I rubbed my eyes sleepily before putting my head back down on Reece's chest. They're gonna be here in a bit, but I'm still so, so tired.
Reece started to stir and eventually, he woke up. He smiled sleepily at me, rubbing his eyes groggily before asking,
"What time is it?"
"7 something, they're gonna be here soon"
"It was so exhausting" He whined tiredly.
"Yeah, but it wasn't as bad as I thought it'd be"
"No regret then?"
"No."
"Good, because I didn't too. Now c'mon, we'll meet my parents"
"Yeah, the 13 years younger version." I joked.
"Shut up, they're still the same"
"I'm not saying they're different, you are"
"Hush, just get up. I can't sit up with you on top of me"
"Oh, please, you love me on top."
"Oh, please, you're a bottom, baby. No chance you're on top of me" He said, smirking smugly. I slapped his chest lightly, a deep blush coating my cheeks. Damn him!
I reluctantly got up, letting him stretch his probably stiff limbs. I walked to my old room, seeing our mini version tangled with each other, me being the little spoon with my head hidden under Reece's chin. Nothing much changed then I guess. I closed the door again, instantly bumping with a hard surface that is Reece's chest.
"The fuck you're doing here?"
"I was about to check the kids, but you beat me to it"
"Give a guy some warning next time, I almost got a concussion."
"Drama queen!"
"You love me!" I grinned innocently at him, making him rolled those big green eyes at me.
"Sadly, I do."
"See, just deal with it then."
"Whatever, go prepare breakfast or something, I'm starving"
"Someone's bossy this morning" I teased, wiggling my eyebrow to annoy him furthermore. He shoved me lightly, glaring again.
"Shut up and just do it, I'll wake the kids"
"You know how much we hated it back then right?"
"Well, their parents gonna be here soon, I don't want to be judged as a bad babysitter," He said, shrugging carelessly before entering the room. I left quickly, still clearly remember my reaction from years ago.
Once I arrived at the kitchen, the sound of something shattering heard. I giggled to myself, internally telling Reece 'told you'. I broke my night lamp because the grumpy neighbour wakes me up way too early for my liking, she also threw off the cover which made me shiver so I knocked the lamp off. Let's just hope Little Reece won't get his feet cut as Reece did back then.
I made some waffles and pancakes, waiting patiently in front of the stove and pairs of footsteps enter the room.
"Morning, guys!" I chirpily said. Little Reece was on Ree's hips, while little me groggily holding Ree's hand. Awe, how cute!
Ree put them on their chairs, before grabbing a broom from my hand.
"No one's injured?"
"No, I grab Reece before he could step on it like I did"
"Ah, glad you remember that"
"I cried myself because the goddamn glass stuck on my feet! Of course, I remember it."
"I know. I held you during the treatment" He just smiled at me and then walked back upstairs to clean the shattered glass.
"So, waffles or pancakes?"
"Waffles," Mini me said at the same time mini Reece said, "Pancakes."
I put their meal on the plate and gave it to them. I let them put the honey and butter on their will, remembering how much it annoyed me when someone controls the amount I want to put on that delicious stuff.
Ree came back with the broom and stuff, before washing his hand and then grabbed his pancakes while I grabbed my waffles. See, some things are just never changing. He sat beside me and the four of us eat in silent (aside from the occasional groan the toddlers left out).
Once we finished, I got up with my and Ree's plate, quickly washing it on the sink. The toddlers groaned even louder, they were still annoyed from being woken up so early, I understand that but their (or should I say our instead? I don't know) parents are gonna be here in 1... 2... 3...
"Babies, we're home!" See, thank god my memory is so, so great!
My papa walked in followed by my dad and Reece's parents. They kissed their child head before waving at us.
"Thank you for taking care of our children. Here's your payment." My dad gave us two envelopes, causing us to grin.
"There're enough pancakes and waffles for you guys, thank you for trusting us"
"Oh, about that... we were thinking about inviting you to dinner later tonight, how's that sound?" Reece's dad a.k.a Harry said. I glanced at him, having a silent conversation with our eyes. He blinked twice and I know what that means.
"That would be wonderful but we don't want to be a burden" He answered nervously. Ha! I know it would be hard for him too.
"Nah, believe me, you won't be. It's our thank yous. You save our life from the stressed and our children from being left at the grumpy neighbours." Reece pop's said.
"Oh uh..." He glanced at me again, asking me with the same silent but intense stare.
"Alright then, we'll be here at 7 on the dot" I finalized.
"Actually, come to the Stylinson's, that house across from us. We're having dinner there for tonight" My papa said. Reece and I nodded our head before waving again and finally left the house.
"Way to make it obvious, doofus!" I mocked Reece as we walked out.
"Shut up. My parents' stare was so intense! It feels like they'll know that I'm their son"
"Exactly how I felt yesterday, now you know it!"
"Alright, alright, 'm sorry"
"You're forgiven if you buy me the ice cream from that old parlour."
"We're eating ice cream from someone who's dead!"
"Technically, we're not since she's still breathing at this year"
"But still! She's dead two years ago."
"Which mean 11 years from now. It's fine, I promise. Do you wanna be forgiven or not?" I asked, taking advantage of Reece's confession a few years ago. He said that he can't settle well if he wasn't forgiven yet by me so I took it for my benefit sometimes.
"Fuck, fine! But can you go to that store down the street to get some tools and stuff for our machine?"
"Sure,"
"Alright, I'll see you at the park"
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