Disclaimer: I do not own Sky High.
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Ivy woke up the following morning with Lash's arms wrapped around her and the sweet smell of him surrounding her. She rolled over towards him as gently as she could so she wouldn't wake him up, but when she finally made it to the other side, she saw him lying next to her with his eyes open, a sleepy smile on his face. She brushed his hair back from his face, before laying a soft kiss on his cheek. He grumbled something incoherently as he closed his eyes and tried to bury his face between her neck and the pillow beneath them. She gave a quick laugh at him before reaching down to the floor to gather her clothes.
Lash stroked her back with his soft fingers. "What's it mean?" He traced the trinity knot she had tattooed on the base of her neck.
She slipped into her gym pants, and pulled her tank over her head before turning around to look at him. "It's a Celtic knot. It symbolizes the three parts of a whole. Like... Mind, body and spirit. In my case, it's Father, Son and Holy Spirit. My mom used to take me to church every Sunday. She was raised Catholic, so she made sure that I understood what it was, but she let me decide whether or not to believe in it. She was lucky that I do."
"Where are they from?" He blushed a little.
She smiled at his embarrassment. "They're Irish. My mom was born in Ireland, so she was way into their culture and stuff. She wasn't Irish, though. She was half Cherokee Indian, a quarter Brazilian and a quarter just plain white."
"You don't look any of those. Except maybe white." He laughed at her frowning face, before hesitating a moment. "What about your dad? You've never really talk about him." He shifted so his left arm was under the pillow, supporting his head, and he was laying on his left side instead of his back.
Ivy crawled back into the bed with him and lay down mirroring his position. "He was a normal guy. He wasn't a super, and when he found out my mom was, he left. I was barely a year old, so I never knew him. And he's never tried to get in touch with me." She shrugged indifferently. "They weren't ever married, and the way my mom used to talk about him, she wasn't really in love with him either. It's OK though." She saw the confusion and pity on his face and kissed him. "Don't look at me like that."
His face changed immediately. "Like what?"
"Like you feel bad for me." She brushed more hair from his face before getting out of the bed again. "Come on. I'll make breakfast."
He laughed as he grabbed for his pants. "You cook? That's... Shocking."
"I can cook if that's what you're asking." She playfully threw a white t-shirt at him before opening his door.
Ivy and Lash spent the rest of the day cuddled on the couch watching television together. The sun was bright outside, but neither could convince themselves to move, so they stayed on the couch and eventually fell asleep. It was only when Walker woke them when they realized they'd fallen asleep at all. He made a quick dinner for the three of them before retiring to his own room. Ivy and Lash dragged themselves back to their own rooms, and within seconds of being in their beds, both were completely asleep.
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