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The day was long. Too long to be honest. Even as a workaholic Miguel feels urge to give up on his work and just lay down, close his eyes and not wake up for next 24 hours. But work needs to be done, so he continues, ignoring sudductive thoughs of going to bed, which was just one room away. Maybe taking some work to home wasn't the best idea.
As Miguel sat up straight, rubbing a bridge of his nose a few times, shutting his eyes, he heard door opening, and then steps. Peter slowly mumbled something close to "Hi love" with dead tired but soft voice, kisses Miguel's cheek with Mayday sleeping in his arms, and then heads right towards bedroom.
O'Hara, after ten second attempt to continue working, decides that it can wait this time, and heads towards bedroom too.
Peter was done with laying May in her cradle and now was changing into his pajamas. He can tell that Parker had long day too - man didn't even had energy to joke about... well, anything he finds laughable. Miguel catches man by his arms, holding his shoulders. He now sees how Peter is half asleep already.
– Long day? - he asks, his tone is calm, but still soft.
– Mphm... - Peter answers, as he allowed Miguel to press him against frim muscles ‐ Was with Miles almost all day. Mayday tried to run away every time I turned away, so it was a little rough.
Miguel hums affirmatively in response, taking Peter's chin in his hand and lifting it to face him.
– Go to bed then. I'll stay for a bit lo-
He couldn't end his sentence, as a pair of lips interrupted him. Peter kissed him, still tired but it was so soft and nice that all tension in his shoulders disappeared. He closed his eyes, kissing back at the same close pace, enjoying the warmth. Before he could wrap his hands around other's waist, Peter pulls away, hugging his neck.
– So glad I have both of you... - he mumbled, dozing off on his shoulder.
Something switched inside Miguel. He suddenly felt warm spreading in his whole body after thouse words. Corners of his lips twitched, forming a small smile on his face. It felt like home, something he needed for a long time. He realized that only now, but it felt so right - standing like that, with Peter in his arms and Mayday sleeping next to them.
O'Hara decided tht work can wait till tomorrow.
Taller man tucked them both in bed, and as soon as he layed Peter by his side, other man quickly hugged other's back, wrapping himself around muscular body like an octopus. Miguel chuckled, kissing other's temple as he rested his head on O'Hara's shoulder, hugging him closer, smiling even more as Peter's face softened, sigh of relief leaving his body.
Good thing he's tired, he would certainly tease Miguel if he saw him smiling with such sweet expression. But it doesn’t matter now, nor does he care. Now he just wants to enjoy this time, when there's now work - just coziness of other's presence.
– Good night, cariño. - he whispers, kissing Peter's cheek and laying his head on top of other's, allowing himself to doze off.
Here, with Peter and Mayday, Miguel felt happy.