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From Cleaving…yes, I managed to write a bit more again.

Zach woke to a bright, warm room and a naked Christopher sprawled over him and half the covers gone because someone had overheated and kicked them all off and—

And the sound of the turning door handle, holy shit.   He jerked his head up and met Chris’ with a thunk and a pain in his nose and flashes of Three Stooges scenes dancing in his stinging eyes.  Chris was grabbing at the covers, but their legs were out and there was no way to hide that they were naked.  His mind began searching for something to say to his son when the sound occurred again and he remembered the door was locked.  He grasped Chris’ arm to still him and they both listened as a smal, toddler voice called out, “Daddy!  Babbo!  G’up!”

It was answered by a hushed voice on the other side of the door.  “No, sweet boy.  We’re going to let them sleep, remember.  We’re going out.”

“Grumbles,” Nathan protested.

“We’ll get breakfast on the way to the church.  A special breakfast.  Daddy and Babbo will eat when they get up.  Don’t worry about them.  And we’re going to be gone all day,” she said just a little louder, before they heard her shuffle their son down the stairs.

Chris dropped his forehead onto Zach’s chest, shaking with relieved laughter.  “Your mom is such an enabler,” he said, blushing wildly.  “How loud was I last night?”

They had started out quiet, Zach was sure.  But they had both gotten pretty deep into what they were doing and not particularly aware of their surroundings, the state of the bed and clothes scattered all over the room case in point.  

“Probably best not to think of it,” Zach answered, pulling Chris back down on his chest.  

“I’m going to have to get her some flowers or something before I can look her in the eye again.”

Zach chuckled and held him tighter.  “I’m sure we can find something.  Though I’m pretty sure she’s aware we have sex, so it probably isn’t necessary.”  Truth was, after some of their discussions regarding Chris’ reluctance in wedding planning, his mom might have actually been pleased to hear a few sounds coming through the walls, though he hoped they’d kept it down for the most part.  “Maybe she’s a heavy sleeper?” he added hopefully.

Chris groaned, burying his face in Zach’s chest again.  After a
moment, though he was wrapping his arms around Zach and pressing kisses
into his skin.  “I regret nothing.”