"Good morning honey"
"Good morning honey" Cory replied as he kissed his wife, "Mmm something smells delicious."
"Yeah Topanga how do you do it? I mean we were out late last night and here you are up bright and early Sunday morning cooking breakfast."
"Oh I don't know Eric maybe I just like to make sure my boys are fed and full" Topanga replied sweetly.
"Yeah she makes great omelets" Cory complimented while inhaling deeply.
"Speaking of my boys", Topanga looked around the room; "it's not like Shawn to miss breakfast. Eric go get him."
"Why me?" Eric whined.
"Because", Cory answered, "I want to do something naughty with my wife in the kitchen for a few minutes."
"You two are disgusting"
"No more than you were at the club last night, tell me is she in your room?" Topanga yelled playfully as Eric made his way up the stairs.
No more than 30 seconds later Eric came back down the kitchen stairs, his face drained of color.
"Eric?" Topanga questioned as she pushed Cory away from her.
"Eric? What's the matter Shawn's not home?"
Eric shook his head but remained silent, Topanga decided to try.
"Is Shawn ok?"
Eric finally found his voice "He's fine, he's home, he's just not upstairs alone"
"What are you talking about?" Cory was confused.
"He's got a woman in his bed with him"
"No, no he wouldn't… Angela" Topanga tried her best to make complete sentences.
"Yeah well we were talking yesterday before he went for his walk and he was thinking Angela wasn't coming back, he was saying she married some French dude and she'd never want a kid from a trailer park with a dead, dead beat father who has nothing to offer." Eric explained.
"Now why would he think that? Angela loves him, just because she hasn't called in a while doesn't mean anything" Cory tried to make excuses for his best friend, "No, no, no… Hunter!" Cory yelled while climbing the stairs.
"Cory… wait" Topanga called with both she and Eric following at his heels.
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Shawn opened his eyes groggily to the sound of footsteps, voices in hushed and rising tones, and his favorite the smell of breakfast cooking. In his attempt to focus his eyes he finally saw that his bedroom door had opened and three heads were peeking in.
"Shawnie?" he heard Cory's voice.
"Shawn how could you?" he heard Topanga scold him in a hushed voice.
"Why are you guys whispering? And how could I what?" he asked while sitting up.
"How could you cheat on Angela?" Topanga had a look of fury on her face.
"Huh?"
Cory and Eric pointed to the sleeping form hidden underneath the thick quilt of his bed. Shawn looked over and let a faint smile creep across his lips, 'Well they might be thinking differently if I went to sleep with a shirt on' he thought. Then he decided to have a little fun with them.
"What are you smiling about?" Topanga's eyes still narrowed.
"Oh you mean her?" he pointed, "Yeah well I met her when I was out and she just sorta followed me home, and it was raining what was I supposed to do?"
"So you just invited her in and figured while you're here we might as well sleep together?" Topanga's voice has risen to the point of explosion.
"Did you want me to make her sleep on the floor? Come on Topanga that would have been rude, besides she's a real animal right baby? Come on time to get up."
The dog responded to his tummy rub and wiggled out of the bed.
"Hey that's a dog"
"Very good Eric" Cory praised hit before slapping him over the head, "we can all see it's a dog!"
"A dog?" Topanga questioned.
"Yeah I told you she was an animal" Shawn explained while getting up, "Look she followed me home and she didn't have a collar, I couldn't leave her out there"
"So she's a stray" Cory asked while kneeing down to pet her.
"Yeah just like me"
"Shawn you're not a stray"
"I've always been one Topanga, come on girl breakfast time you hungry?"
"Woof"
"All right, come on"