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Eliot slides his arm out from under Parker's head and slips his leg out from where it's entwined with Alec's. "What do you think you're doing?" Parker asks, her voice soft with sleep.
Eliot sits up. "It's morning, I'm getting up."
"No," she whines. "I don't want you to do that." She grabs his arm and holds on tight. "It's still dark."
He wrestles his arm away again just in time for Alec to grab hold of the other one. "You need more sleep," he insists.
Eliot hates getting too much sleep. He has things to do and nightmares to keep at bay. Sometimes he makes an exception. These two make lingering in bed a much more tempting option than it once was. One he plans to resist today. "How about I make something special for breakfast?"
Parker rolls over. "How special?"
"How do waffles sound?"
"Mmm..."
Eliot sighs. Time to bring out the big guns. "Chocolate waffles?"
Parker gasps. "Yes!"
Alec's hold on him loosens. "I still think you need more sleep."
"Noted." Eliot drags himself out of bed, pulls on a pair of pants, and stumbles to the kitchen. Maybe they weren't wrong about him needing more sleep.
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