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Sun shines through the windows and onto where two dark heads lie, a mess of hair adorning the white pillowcases. The sudden brightness that weaves its way through the gap in the curtains makes Bobby wake up and roll over, and he presses his forehead to the back of Luke's neck, leaving a light kiss at the top of his spine. “Morning,” Luke says as he feels lips ghost across his skin, ”Did you sleep well, bobbaby?” Bobby huffs at the stupid pet name, Luke and Reggie both know that it drives him insane, so obviously they use it at every opportunity - because what kind of boyfriends would they be if they don’t take every chance to lovingly piss him off? Bobby grumbles and murmurs something incoherently into the collar of Luke’s soft, worn shirt that he always sleeps in.
“Hmm, what was that? I can’t understand you when you speak like a wild raccoon sweetheart,” Luke teases, delighted by the way he feels the lips against his neck curve into a sleepy smile. Bobby always tries to pretend that he isn’t charmed by Luke’s constant teasing and banter but somewhere deep down inside him, he’s always thrilled by the attention.
“I said ‘fuck off, you awful morning person’, but obviously some bitch up there in the heavens decided to censor me via means of your shirt,” He explains, kicking the back of Luke’s shin.
“You know, kicking me doesn’t have the full intended effect when you’re literally spooning me. Like dude, your arm is around my tummy.”
“How many times do I have to tell you that ‘dude’ isn't as romantic as you think it is.” Bobby untangles their limbs and detaches himself from Luke, who whines at the loss of body heat and pressure, to push himself into a sitting position against the headboard, rubbing his eyes to adjust to the new angle and light intensity.
As the world comes back into focus, the sound of bare feet against a wooden floor alerts both guitarists to the figure in the doorway. Reggie pads across the room with two cups of coffee, painkillers, and a hot water bottle on a tray. He’s wearing a light, almost pastel, blue hoodie which completely drowns his smaller figure and comes down to just above mid-thigh, so only the bottom of his boxers are visible. As the smell of coffee hits the two in bed, Luke slides out from under the covers to take the tray from Reggie, “Thanks Reg, baby, you’re honestly a lifesaver, ma pitchounette. What would I do without caffeine? You look adorable by the way, very tough and scary.” Luke teases, remembering their fight last night.
“I was rudely awoken by cramps about three hours ago, so don’t start thinking you’re special or something,” Reggie says, leaning forward over the tray to capture Luke in a short sweet kiss. They make their way over to the side of the bed where Bobby is sitting and gestures vaguely at him to get him to move over so Reggie can join them on the bed. After a few more moments of Reggie gesturing and refusing to vocalise his request, Bobby gets the message and scoots over to the middle of the bed, gently so he doesn’t make Luke spill their coffees.
Once they're all settled and sitting leaning against the headboard, Reggie takes Bobby’s hand and presses the knuckles of Bobby’s hand to his mouth. He sweetly pecks across the back of Bobby’s hand, and leaves a trail of little kisses down to his wrist. “Morning, bobbaby,” they whisper. As Reggie goes to release Bobby’s hand, Bobby brings it up to cup their cheek and he presses his forehead against Reggie’s temple.
“Morning Reg,” he whispers back, and kisses Reggie’s cheek, “Luke's right, you look very cute, darling.” Reggie’s cheek flushes a bright red upon hearing Bobby call him that, they’ve always been a sucker for cheesy romantic stuff like that. Their intimate moment is broken by Luke loudly (and fakely) coughing behind them.
“Jesus fuckin christ, you two, get a room you big softies.” This causes both Bobby and Reggie to start giggling uncontrollably at Luke’s hypocrisy, known cuddlebug and self-proclaimed simp, having a go at them for being sweet with each other. To cheer him up, Reggie leans over Bobby and kisses Luke’s shoulder. These are their favourite moments, the domestic bliss and comfort that fills their heart and sends Reggie’s brain doing cartwheels of joy - it’s almost enough to distract him from the dull ache in their abdomen.
“Okay now that we’ve all said good morning, can you please pass me that damn hot water bottle. I know that coffee is exciting but my insides are currently on the way to being ripped apart by hungry wolves, so I would really fucking appreciate it babe.” Reggie sits back against the headboard and crosses their arms, pretending to be angry, he even uses the furrowed brow and sticks out his bottom lip, a look that he knows Luke is especially weak to. Luke just chuckles and passes Reggie the bantha-shaped, fluffy hot water bottle.
“Here you go, your royal highness. Is there anything else we can do for you?” Luke teases, even though he would always immediately jump up and get anything Reggie requested.
“Hmmm, this’ll do for now,” replies Reggie, as he presses the bottle against his abdomen and sighs with relief as the heat provides a temporary alleviation from the increasing pains.
“I know Luke was half joking, but seriously if there’s anything we can do for you, please tell us. You know we only want to help when it’s this time of the month,” Bobby adds, his tone soft and genuine. Reggie just hums absentmindedly and snuggles into Bobby’s side, leaning their head on his shoulder.
“You make me sound like a werewolf.” Reggie teases.
“Well of course, you’re extremely dangerous to be around with all those feelings. All jokes aside, honey, do you wanna sleep for a bit, maybe get some rest?” Bobby asks.
Reggie hesitates before answering, “If that’s okay and you have nothing too important to do, then yeah, I'd love to. I’m exhausted and barely got any sleep last night.”
“Of course that's okay, mon ange, you deserve a nap,” Luke answers before Bobby can, finishing his cup of coffee and placing the mug on the bedside table.
“Mmkay, I guess I'll try to sleep then… but only if Bobby stays so we can cuddle.” Reggie grins smugly like he’s condemning Bobby to some awful fate, not just a couple hours cuddling with his boyfriend. Reggie peels off his hoodie, it’s actually Luke’s but it used to be Alex’s before Luke accidentally shrunk it in the wash, leaving him in just his boxers and one of Bobby’s big t-shirts. He’s about to burrow further under the duvet before Bobby reminds him about the painkillers they brought in.
“Sweetheart do you want to try taking a couple of these before sleeping, I know they don’t work super well but you can always hope they provide some sort of relief, y’know?”
“Fuck, yeah, I forgot about those!” Reggie says as he reaches for the cup of water on the floor by their bed. He pops two small pills into his mouth and takes a big swig of water before swallowing, placing the cup down and turns around to face Bobby and Luke. Luke was now standing at the side of the bed, pulling a Nirvana cutoff over his head as he shook his legs out from the long night of being curled up between his two partners. “Where are you going?” Reggie brings out the mock anger and pouts (again) as he hears Luke shuffle into his flip flops.
“I’m just gonna head into the living room to grab my fidget spinner, rings and Bob’s necklace, we left a bunch of our stuff on the coffee table after the two of you decided wrestling was the way to prove to Reg’s body that it could handle anything, and we can see how well that worked out didn’t we, mon chéri.” Reggie reaches up and flips Luke off as he walks out the room, but secretly he’s grateful that Luke never tiptoes around the subject and makes him uncomfortable.
Reggie loves that his boyfriends are always there to take care of them and provide him with whatever he needs when the monthly reminders of his old self make an appearance. Reggie thinks that they were the best part of growing up, meeting these two idiots who support him wholeheartedly and even before romantic feelings played a part, Reggie knew that the two of them, and Alex, were going to be in his life forever. They replaced the shitty house that his parents never turned into a home, and gave Reggie something so beautiful and tender and filled with love.
Filled with contentment and feeling safe and warm, Reggie sinks down into the soft sheets, pulling the covers up to his armpits and hugging the cuddly bantha bottle to his torso over the thin duvet. He pulls Bobby down to join him under the covers, so they're both lying down but Bobby is still slightly propped up by an awkwardly placed pillow, he’s comfy enough though. Reggie automatically rests his head in the crook of Bobby's neck and throws a leg over one of Bobby’s, effectively leaving Reggie lying across the entire right hand side of Bobby’s body. They lie together for a few minutes, content to just feel each other's chest rise and fall. After a few minutes, Reggie lifts their head up from Bobby's chest, “Are you sure this is okay, I know it’s not normal for a boyfriend to need this kind of… care?” he asks shakily, his self-sabotaging brain getting the best of him.
Bobby gently places his finger under Reggie’s chin and tilts his head so they’re looking at each other. “Reggie, angel, I know I may find it hard to say sometimes but I love you. I love you more than words can say and more than my stupid little rat brain can comprehend.” Reggie giggles and buries his head in Bobby’s chest, “You’re my boyfriend, my partner, my ‘stupid other”. Every part of you is what I want to spend the rest of my life with - and fuck the silly little goblin in your head for convincing you otherwise.” Finishing his proclamation, he places a kiss to the top of Reggie’s head.
They work this way, in tandem, battling each other’s insecurities and learning to adapt to whatever they need; and sometimes they’re a faulty tricycle with Luke as the very loved, but often chaotic (and not always tactful), third wheel. They all work together and they all love each other - it’s perfect for the three of them.
“I love you too, bobbaby,” Reggie says - earning a huff and an eye roll from his boyfriend - “but that was fucking sappy, you great oaf.”
“I have my moments, but don’t you dare tell Luke or I'll never hear the end of it.”
“And don’t you dare tell Luke I was being insecure about 'my manhood', as he so awfully calls it, again. He’ll attach himself like a barnacle to my back.” At this comment, Bobby practically shoves Reggie over the edge of the bed before pulling him close again and gently flicking their ear.
“I hate it when you two use that word, you’re gonna be the death of me. And don’t worry, I tend to avoid all talk of manhoods, metaphorical or otherwise.” Reggie smiles triumphantly at annoying Bobby, before being hit with a painful cramp and doubling over and pressing the hot water bottle to his abdomen.
“Speaking of Luke, where did he even go?” Bobby says whilst rubbing Reggie’s back.
“Well he was looking for our stuff, but he probably got distracted, then hungry, and then ventured out for breakfast burritos. Either way, I doubt he’ll be back anytime soon.”
“You’re probably right, and therefore, according to my calculations, I believe it is naptime.” Holding Reggie in both arms, Bobby pulls the two of them to a more comfortable lying position. Reggie on their side and Bobby pressed against their back one arm over Reggie’s, tangling their fingers together to toy with them - his other arm cushioning Reggie’s head. Bobby gently litters kisses along the bottom of Reggie’s hairline, neck and shoulders. This position, this moment right here, is Reggie’s happy place.
They feel safe and loved surrounded in Bobby’s arms, the arms that pick him up and hold him when they’re down. The arms that are used for celebration when squeezing Reggie tight and jumping up and down. The arms that have hands that cherish and look after every bruise, internal and external. It’s not just Reggie that feels safe in Bobby’s embrace, it’s Luke too. For every day of boundless energy, there’s a day of unease and upset. They all struggle with their own things and they all help each other immeasurably.
Reggie presses back into Bobby’s chest and squeezes his hand, reassuring him that they’re okay and they’re grateful for the support. Physical reassurance works best for the three of them, it’s silent and unspoken but speaks a thousand words as they drift to unconsciousness.
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Hours later, Reggie wakes to bright sunlight and a calloused hand stroking his hair.
“Good afternoon, baby, you want coffee?” Luke speaks softly, inches away from Reggie’s face; he’s sat cross-legged on the bedroom floor.
“Hmmm maybe I want more than coffee, can that be arranged?” Reggie answers, leaning forward and pressing his lips to Luke’s, before pecking across his cheek and down to his jaw, lingering there.
At this, Bobby stirs, “No. Absolutely it cannot be arranged.”
“Damn Bobby, can’t believe you’d stop me in my completely innocent pursuit of waffles,” Reggie grumbles.
Luke stands, leans over Reggie, and presses a kiss to Bobby’s forehead. As he wanders out of the bedroom to make some waffle batter, he turns and looks back at the almost-asleep loves of his life. He’ll never understand how lucky he got to spend his waking days with them, but he’ll never question it for fear of losing them. Nothing makes Luke happier than his loves and friendships, some would call it a weakness to be so reliable upon others but he views it as a blessing to have people to rely on, people to love.
“You get fifteen minutes of sleep, then the waffles will be ready and if you’re not standing at my side with a plate, then I'm dragging Reg down the hall and getting towels on the way. Now get up fuckers.” Luke threatens as he leaves the room to cook their breakfast.
“He loves us really, doesn’t he?” Reggie mumbles, pressing his head back onto the pillow, and shoving Bobby away from him - now too warm and stuffy to be held so tightly. “I doubt he’d be able to put up with us if he didn’t.”
“Mmhmm i’m sure he does but that doesn’t change the fact he’s a little bitch.” Bobby responds, half-asleep and not getting any more awake.
“Of course it doesn’t, but I want waffles so I’m getting up and I think you should too unless you want to deal with Luke’s alternative.”
Bobby whines and flops onto his back, watching Reggie pull on his onesie, zip it up, and head towards the kitchen.
A smile plays across Bobby’s lips as he thinks to himself how grateful he is to live this life with two of his best friends. Nothing has ever made him happier, and if they think he’s gone soft then so be it, maybe they all have.