3 + Jimon please!
thank you!! I love my boys
3. “It’s three in the morning.”
“Simon!” Jace’s voice is right in his ear.
“Ngh?” Simon says sleepily.
“Wake up,” Jace insists.
Simon cracks one eye open. “What?”
“I need pancakes.”
“Babe, it’s three in the morning. Make your own pancakes.”
“Simon,” Jace whines. “You know I can’t make them as well as you. Please?”
“You’re useless in the kitchen, it’s true,” Simon says affectionately, already getting out of bed. “Was it a nightmare? Or did you just wake up with a craving?”
Jace shrugs, which means a nightmare.
Simon takes his hands to make him stand up. “Come on then, let’s get you some carbs to take the edge off. You want to talk about it?”
Jace shakes his head, instead stepping forward and pulling Simon into a hug and burying his face in Simon’s shoulder. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” Simon says, smiling and holding him closer. “I don’t make pancakes at three a.m. for just anybody.”
Jace laughs weakly against his neck, and Simon knows he’s going to be okay.