Bitty stirs at the sound but doesn’t open his eyes. Jack is solid behind him and hasn’t moved a bit, with his arm still draped over Bitty’s middle.
“Baby,” Jack says again, sleepily.
Jack doesn’t respond. Bitty thinks he may have just spoken in his sleep. He taps at Jack’s hand.
Jack tightens his grip and slips his hand under Bitty’s shirt to rest on his chest.
“Good morning,” he slurs, and rubs his nose into the hair at the back of Bitty’s neck.
Bitty laughs into the pillow. He doesn’t bother turning around—it’s too early for moving—but he leans further into Jack’s chest.
“Yes, honey. It’s morning. Are you getting up?”
Jack breathes in deeply and ducks to press his forehead between Bitty’s shoulder blades.
“You smell nice,” he says.
“Mmmyou’re welcome babe.”