Birdie woke up on the couch in Doc's and G's apartment. The blanket was scratchy, G's college hoodie was trying to strangle them, and the light coming through the window was shining directly into their eyes. Despite all the signs pointing to the morning starting off terribly, Birdie grinned. It was the first time in forever that they had woken up feeling this good.
They rolled off the couch, adjusting the hoodie and fixing their shorts, determined to make breakfast for the boys as a thank you for letting them stay for so long.
The room brightened up as Birdie pushed aside the curtains and opened the windows, the morning was simply far too nice to not enjoy the sights and sounds. Humming to themself, they ignored G, and rummaged through the cabinets and refrigerator, looking for something they could work with. With a sigh, they settled on something simple; oven baked pancakes, eggs, bacon.
With a practiced ease, Birdie whisked the ingredients for the pancakes together and quickly poured it into a buttered dish. With a slight twirl, they began working on putting the bacon into a pan and in the oven beside the pancakes.
While they waited to start on the eggs, they pulled their phone out. Grimacing, they cleared all of the unwanted notifications and opened up their email, checking to see if their had been updates on any of the fanfictions they had been subscribed to. It was tempting to open one up, just to see if the characters were accurate to the monsters they had met so far. Their face flushed, discomfort settled in their stomach.
too weird, they decided, closing out their email.
It was a little early to be starting the eggs, but Birdie didn't exactly have anything else left to do.
Just as they went to turn the stove on, a disembodied hand grabbed theirs, turning them quickly, pulling them into G's chest. With a stutter, and bursts of static, the radio on the counter clicked on, soft music poured out of its old speaker. It was a classical, one that Birdie recognized from one of their old ballet lessons from when they hadn't even reached double digits yet.
As if he had done this a million times, G pulled Birdie away from the stove and into a waltz, leaving far too many hands on them than necessary. His grip was tight, and he was avoid looking at their face. As he turned them, Birdie could see more of his hands working on the eggs at the stove.
"g-good mor-morning, G." Birdie said, their voice barely louder than the radio.
"good morning." he replied, voice tight, yet still rough with sleep. Birdie could feel one of his hands shifting to their waist, another tracing up their spine, and one wandering around their ribs.
Birdie desperately hoped he didn't notice the way their breathing was uneven, or the way their knees shook ever so slightly. And while they wanted to look into his beautiful golden eyes, they were glad he wasn't looking at them, or else he would have been able to see just how red he was making their face.
"so whats the occasion?" Birdie asked, mentally slapping their face. Really? Thats the best you could come up with?
"what's your occasion?" he bit back with no real heat.
Birdie giggled awkwardly as he startled at the sound of the chair screeching on linoleum, glaring at the offending piece of furniture. He was… really cute when he pouted.
The song changed into something with a faster pace, and Birdie suddenly found themself being pulled away from G and into Doc's chest, G's hands slipping out of reality.
"Good morning, you two!" Doc chirped out, stringing Birdie along for a faster dance, "So what is the occasion?"
Out of the corner of their eye, Birdie could see G pulling the food out of the oven as the timer went off.
"i-i just… woke up feeling good-good?" Birdie said, shrugging.
Doc's expression softened at that, and gently pushed them into the chair behind them, "Good, I'm glad to hear that."
And with that, G set a plate of food in front of them.
Doc leaned back and closed his eyes, he couldn't eat another bite anymore. Breakfast had been simple, but the intent behind it had mad it magical, and incredibly filling. And after that performance this morning between his brother and his patient, Doc was in bliss.
While he knew that his brother was warming up to the human like an ice cube in late fall, he didn't expect to see his face lit up like a Christmas tree when G saw Birdie wearing his hoodie, and what seemed like little else.
"so, songbird," G's voice broke Doc out of his thoughts, "what'cha got planned for the day?" Birdie finished off the last of the pancake on their plate, clearly thinking about his question. Doc noticed they didn't even touch the bacon.
"i-i'll be heading to-to my house, i need to st-start a list of what-what needs to be fix-fixed." they said, and at that, the two froze, worry making its way into their souls. While they knew that the human would eventually be leaving their care, they had forgotten that also meant leaving their home. The two glanced at each other, a vague look of discomfort flashed across their face.
G shifted in his seat, the only other indication that he was uncomfortable, "why don't i join you today, darlin'?" he winced at how loud his voice came out.
Birdie blink at him, then smiled, "ok."