"Alex?" John called out sleepily. His husband was nowhere to be found. His side of the bed was empty and cold. Panic began to seize John.
"Alex…" John wandered the house, looking for Alex. A quiet noise floated from a room. Softly opening the door, he found Alex sleeping next to Phillip, their adopted son. John smiled and shook his head.
"Babe, get up," he said, gently shaking Alex.
Alex sleepily opened his eyes.
"What time is it?" he asked groggily, reaching for his glasses.
"Time to get up," John pressed a kiss to Alex's forehead. "Phil, you too."
Phillip rubbed his eyes. "I don't have school today."
"We're going over to Uncle Laf and Uncle Herc's house, forgot?" John chuckled, rubbing Phillip's head. "Go get ready."
Phil bounded out of bed and Alex reluctantly got up.
"You know...sometimes it all seems too good to be true," Alex murmured, kissing John.