𝔹𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝔹𝕒𝕣𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕣𝕤

𝕤𝕚𝕩𝕥𝕪-𝕗𝕚𝕧𝕖

When I wake up, I'm still snuggled against Albert. He hasn't woken up yet, so I just admire him in silence for a bit. Every feature, from the way his nose curves to the freckles that covered his whole body. The way his hair is all over the place. How fluffy and soft his hair is. The way his chest rises and falls. God I'm so fucking gay.

He shifts on the bed, groaning slightly and rubbing his eyes. I see him sit up and stretch before turning around to look at me. He smiles softly once our eyes meet.

"Mornin sleepyhead." I sit up and lean against him. He moves his hand to play with my hair. I love it when Spot and Al do that. Not sure why.

When I look over at my chair, it looks like Medda already washed and dried our clothes from yesterday. Albert gets up and changes into his old clothes. Maybe I watch the whole thing, maybe I don't. That's a secret you'll never know. He turns around while I change. It helps with dysphoria. I don't want him to know what I actually look like.

I see the packet of testosterone on my desk, and I take off my shirt to apply it on my shoulder. My binder is on, but it still feels awkward to have Albert watch me do this. When I turn around, he seems happy for me. He walks over, kisses me on the cheek, grabs my hand, and pulls me downstairs.

Breakfast is ready. Medda has already prepared plates for us. Once we eat, Al has to go back home. It's sad to see him go. I would spend every hour of every day with him and Spot if I could.

The next few hours are pretty calm. That is, until we hear frantic knocks at the door. And when Jack opened the door, I almost didn't believe who was there. My hand flew over my mouth.