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It was the warmth of the sunlight streaming through the window that woke Gil, the lines of light that made it through the blinds catching the perfect position on his eyelids to disturb him. He felt the heaviness lift from his sleep and he groaned softly, rolling onto his side, arms reaching out, seeking the warmth of the body beside him. Scott responded immediately, like he always did, turning immediately into Gil’s embrace as soon as he felt him move.
Gil wrapped his arms around him, eyes cracking open a little just to take in the sight of Scott’s face, relaxed and content as he slept. His dark hair was askew, the familiar smell of his favourite apple shampoo tickling at Gil’s nose. Gil ran his fingertips subconsciously down his back, the soft material of Scott’s well worn white shirt warm from his body, feeling the strong muscles of his back pressing back against it. Scott’s legs moved, entwining themselves with Gil’s, pressing them closer together, the tips of their noses brushing against the other’s.
“Morning,” Scott whispered, eyes still closed, clearly still mostly asleep.
“Morning,” Gil smiled.
“What time is it?”
“Late. The sun’s up. But we’ve got nowhere to be today. Go back to sleep.”
Scott hummed, leaning in that extra inch and kissing him, lips warm and soft, “I could get used to this.”
“So could I,” Gil agreed, kissing him back. They exchanged a few more kisses, both still half asleep, eyes barely open, content to fall back to sleep whenever it took them. This was what it was all about, everything they’d fought for; a home, a new life. They’d discussed the fact that the Initiative was just a glorified dating service once, something that they’d both had a good chuckle at, but this was the dream, finding the person you loved and building a life with them. It was odd to think that they had both been in the Milky Way together, and had never met, that it had taken a six hundred year journey across dark space to find each other.
Gil watched Scott drift back off to sleep and relaxed into his pillow, feeling the tug of sleep pulling on him as well, but an unmistakable sound from the next room yanked them both awake.
The baby was crying.
“Your son is awake,” Scott groaned a little, burying his face into Gil’s chest.
“I’m surprised he hadn’t already woken up yet. If he isn’t getting up until lunchtime, he’s clearly your son,” Gil laughed quietly and started to pull out of Scott’s embrace, but a hand gently pushing him back into his pillow stopped him.
“Stay in bed, I’ve got him,” Scott smiled, sliding out of bed and heading out of the room. Gil sat himself up, watching the door for his return. Not only had they found each other out here, but they’d put down roots, made a home, started a family, and he couldn’t have been more grateful.
Scott padded quietly back in, little Dian in his arms, the six month old now cooing instead of crying. He sat on the bed beside Gil, their shoulders pressing together.
“Somebody just missed his Daddies,” Scott told him.
“Hey little man,” Gil ran a finger over his son’s chubby cheek, “You okay with a lazy day today? Pjs, and movies?”
“You Uncle Liam sent me a great list of vids for kids yesterday, I’m sure we can watch some of them,” Scott smiled.
Dian simply kicked and smiled, just happy to be with his Dads.
“I think that’s a yes,” Gil nodded, lifting him from Scott’s arms to kiss his tiny button nose. He paused for a moment, a frown crossing his face as he turned Dian in his arms and sniffed, his face scrunching up a little at the smell, “Or perhaps a no.”
Scott pressed a kiss to Gil’s forehead then rolled skilfully out of bed, “I’m going to go and make some breakfast, you change him.”
Gil laughed as Scott scooched out of the room as quick as he could, “Traitor!”