Pleasant Shades of Grey
Wesley awoke his head pounding. Sitting up and quickly regretting it because of the cold air that rushed up to meet him he flinched. "Stupid Chela demon" he mumbled under his breath rubbing the giant bruise on his forehead from the previous nights fight.
"Lilah" he merely mumbled getting into some jeans.
"Hmmm" she moaned.
"Get up."
"It's only 7 Wes," she said sitting up and pulling him back down to bed with her. He flinched; his neck was hurting once more. Like it always does, it never really stops hurting yet it hurts especially in the morning. "Stop flinching jeez. It can't hurt that bad."
"Lilah get your ass out of bad," he merely growled.
"Fine lover" she sighed pushing him off of her and sitting up.
Wesley heard the front door close because Lilah had an early morning client but she'd be back later. He lied back on his bed once more and sighed deeply. He had so much crap to do this morning he had no clue where to start. First things first he took a quick shower, trying to remove the sent that was Lilah Morgan off his skin. Next heading towards the laundry room of his house he sighed seeing a very large pile of cloths on the floor. He sighed deeply as he started his weekly chore of doing the laundry.
"Wes" said Lilah coming back into the house. "Lucky you, my appointment was canceled."
"Yeh lucky me." he said sarcastically.
Wesley enters the kitchen and sees Lilah sitting at the table expectantly.
"Well" she asked.
"Well what"
"Aren't you going to make breakfast" she said obviously irritated.
"What? It's your turn Lilah"
"What? No way it's yours"
"Lilah I've cooked breakfast all this week. I bel"
"And I cooked breakfeast all last month"
"Oh yes, toast every morning hardly counts as cooking Lilah."
"Look Wes, it's your turn just make eggs or something."
"I hate eggs."
"Bacon"
"We don't have bacon."
"Pop-tarts" said 2 six-year-old twins entering the kitchen. Wesley and Lilah merely glanced at the two tiny six year olds. Wesley merely placed his hand on his forehead rubbing it.
"Todays going to be a headech alright."
"Now why don't you two ask your daddy for pop-tarts." said Lilah sweetly.
"LILAH!" shouted Wesley.
Authors Note: Sorry, posted it wrong didn't edit it right. This story by the way is written by both me and Nooky.