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Pico came to awareness slowly, not quite sure why he was awake. A glance at the clock on the nightstand showed that it was about fuck off 'o clock in the morning, and yet, it wasn't a nightmare that had disturbed him.
Still drowsy, he took in his surroundings. He was warm and comfortable, with both his partners at his sides. Blake was more on top of him than not, sprawled against his right side. Gabby was curled up at his left, and she'd managed to wedge an arm underneath him somehow, which he guessed was probably what woke him up.
Gently, he moved her arm out of his way, and pulled her in closer to his side. She shifted and mumbled a wordless complaint at the motion, but settled easily a moment later.
In the quiet darkness of their shared room, he was overwhelmed by a wave of affection so strong he didn't know what to do with it. These two made him so damn happy, he didn't know how he could possibly deserve it. He loved them so, so much.
As if somehow hearing his train of thought, Blake moved to snuggle into him, humming softly in contentment.
He wasn't sure how he'd gotten so lucky, but... This was his. He could have it, and he was going to grab it with both hands and run with it.
Warm, comfortable, and safe. This soft happiness was his to keep, and as he let sleep overtake him again, he thought to himself that it was all he had ever wanted.