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The house silent as David woke up. He stretched a hand over to the other side of the bed and was disappointed to see it cold and void of his husband. Despite David’s best work over the last few years, he had been unable to rewire Patrick’s tendency to wake up before the birds did. He felt particularly unimpressed this morning, feeling very aware that both of his in laws were currently in their house and that a morning cuddle would be their only chance to have some much needed some time alone before entertaining all day. He rolled out of bed and decided to head to find him. The kitchen lights were low, the sky outside barely beginning to pale blue, and somewhere upstairs Clint was snoring loudly. He took that as a sign that he had at least 15 minutes before the Brewers woke.
After a silent mission downstairs, David shuffled into the kitchen, looking deeply unimpressed to be conscious. In his haste to find his husband, he hadn’t really thought about what he was wearing, at all. His hair was a mess. His was wearing chic, unassuming white pyjama pants which contrasted the thick black hoodie he had wrapped himself in as he left the bedroom. He was also wearing his glasses. Not his fashionable sunglasses, but actual glasses — thin black frames perched low on his nose, softening every sharp edge he usually presented to the public. David looked unusually, accidentally approachable.
To his disappointment, instead of finding Patrick in the kitchen, he found Marcy, already busy rushing around the kitchen. He kicked himself, realising that Patrick was probably just in the bathroom. Marcy glanced up from the stove where she was pouring pancake batter and blinked once in surprise, smiling at him sweetly.
“Oh! Good morning, sweetheart” she said warmly.
“Morning, Marcy!” David replied, using his best customer service voice to distract from how uninterested he was in polite social interaction before 9am. “Good sleep?”
“It was lovely, thank you dear. The bed is very comfy” she replied.
David laughed “That is the first time it has ever been described that way. It’s actually the bed from Patrick’s room at Rays. And God knows where he found it!”
“David, sweetheart, I didn’t know you wore glasses.” Marcy said suddenly.
David froze halfway toward the coffee machine like a deer caught in very judgmental headlights, suddenly remembering that they were still perched on his nose “I do not,” he said automatically.
Marcy smiled, slightly confused “You are currently wearing them.”
“These are temporary, emergency vision supports.” David joked, hoping that Marcy wouldn’t press any further.
He was still coming to terms with that fateful afternoon a few months ago, where that frankly wrong optician had informed him that he was actually in deep need of wearing glasses. He still had not let anyone but Patrick, who was quite frankly obsessed with David in glasses, see him in them. David instead opted to start wearing contacts, which Patrick took every opportunity to hide or ban him from so that he had to wear his frames.
“Mhmm.”
David sighed dramatically and shuffled further into the kitchen. “My eyes were tired last night, and your son hid my contacts case because apparently, I’m ‘not allowed to fall asleep wearing them anymore’ after one medically insignificant incident.”
Out of nowhere, from behind him, came Patrick’s voice, still rough with sleep. “Um, it was three incidents.” Patrick walked into the kitchen wearing plaid pyjama pants and a faded Blue Jays T-shirt, already smiling before he’d fully opened his eyes.
Then he saw David and immediately stopped walking.
David narrowed his eyes over the rim of his mug, already anticipating what was about to come out of his husband’s mouth “No.”
Patrick leaned against the doorway, visibly delighted. “You kept them on.”
“I forgot I was wearing them because some people leave the bed cold and force me to wake up before noon.” David snapped back.
“It’s eight-thirty.”
“Exactly.”
Patrick crossed the room and kissed David’s temple without hesitation. “You look perfect.”
Marcy made a soft, agreeing sound.
David looked between them, his face flicking between a thousand different emotions. “Absolutely not. This is coordinated psychological assault.”
Patrick grinned, moving over to kiss David on the cheek, “Well, you know how much I love the glasses.”
“Yes, which is deeply confusing because usually you have excellent taste.” David said, his tone not matching how he instinctually leaned into his husband behind.
Patrick took David’s mug from his hands long enough to steal a sip of tea. “They make you look cosy.”
“I hate that word.”
“You look handsome,” Marcy corrected gently as she slid pancakes onto a plate. “Very handsome.”
David stared at her suspiciously, as though this might somehow be a trap. Inside though, he felt himself become warm, thinking about how lucky he was to have in laws who have just completely accepted and loved him.
Patrick, unfortunately, looked even more pleased now that his mother had joined his side.
“Exactly, thank you Mum” he said, too cheerfully.
Suddenly remembering that Marcy was his mother-in-law, David decided to just drop it and thank her for the complements. The subject was quickly forgotten as Clint emerged from the guest room and the four of them tucked into the pancakes.
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A while later, Patrick and David shooed his parents out of the kitchen, insisting that they clear up given that Marcy had cooked such a delicious breakfast for them. As they moved out of the room, Marcy stopped, looking back at her son, already caught up with his husband. She smiled to herself as she watched the two men pick up their abandoned conversation, playfully once again arguing over the glasses, with huge grins spread across both of their faces. After spending a minute, chuckling to herself as she watched them play a frankly ridiculous battle in which Patrick pushed the glasses back up David’s nose as he relentlessly tried to remove them, a tear slowly trickled down her cheek. She felt quite overwhelmed with happiness seeing this exchange and how even the silliest, most ridiculous teasing about glasses still made her son seem so happy and so in love.