AN: *takes Advil for a headache and sips her soda* Good morning or afternoon. Depending on when this is posted. If y'all read the last two chapters, I get the baby today as her mom had a schedule change and has tomorrow off. I decided to at least get this chapter started and finished later if I didn't this morning. So let's do this *sips soda* Also, girl really? Soda? Why not coffee to wake you up? I'm pretty sure I've said it in the past but there's something in coffee that gives me a headache and hurts my tummy. No, it's not caffeine. If it was, I wouldn't drink soda. Plus, I'm also writing as a way to wake myself up. Despite being able to go from comatose to alert if need be I seem to wake up from the bottom up. Let's do this.

Mistakes? I'm half asleep. Flames? Thanks for keeping me toasty warm.

Enjoy my loves!

5 am Wake Up Calls

Mac rolled over and snuggled further underneath his blankets. He was comfortable, warm, and definitely not ready to get up. He was drifting back off when he heard his bedroom door open. He didn't think much of it as Jack had a tendency of checking up on him multiple times in the morning until he got up if he wasn't already awake by the time Jack got there. He just let his mind drift back off slowly and was almost back to sleep when his bed began shaking.

"Wake up Mac! Come on! It's Christmas!"

Mac groaned at Bozer's antics and opened his eyes to read his alarm clock. It read 5:30 am. Mac was going to strangle Bozer for getting him up this early. It might not seem like it, but Mac wasn't a morning person. At all.

"Boze, man. It's too early. Go back to bed." Mac slurred sleepily and rolled over again, his back now facing the other boy.

"I can't sleep! I'm too excited!" Bozer exclaimed.

Mac groaned again and shoved his head under his pillow as Bozer resumed jumping on his bed in order to get him up. Mac was two seconds away from kicking Bozer off his bed when the jumping stopped. Mac heard a voice he was all too familiar and smiled. He freed his head and got comfortable once more. Jack was here and would deal with the hyper and too awake Bozer.

He felt Jack fixing his blankets more snug around him and his large paw brushing his bangs out of his eyes.

"Thanks, Jack," Mac slurred.

"You're welcome bud. Go back to sleep. I'll keep Bozer out of trouble." Jack said softly.

Mac hummed and heard the laughter in the man's voice and listened to Jack. He drifted back off.

Until 8 am and this time, Mac did kick Bozer off his bed. Bozer squawked as he fell off the bed and Mac laughed. He grabbed a fresh pair flannel pajama bottoms and one Jack's long sleeve t-shirts he stole years ago and showered. Once he was clean and dressed, Mac went to the kitchen and poured himself some coffee.

"I can't believe you kicked me!" Bozer pouted.

"You shouldn't have woken me up at an ungodly hour," Mac said taking a bite of the cinnamon roll Jack placed in front of him.

"I told you, I couldn't sleep! I was too excited." Bozer defended.

"Uh-huh. Next time I'll break out the duct tape and paperclips." Mac said with a Grinch-like grin.

Bozer flinched knowing full well what the blonde boy could do with duct tape and paperclips. Bozer swore to behave next year and not to wake Mac at 5 am. Unless it's Matty calling with a case.

Lesson learned. Maybe.

I'm not a morning person...can't ya tell?

Until day 6!