(Gladly) Stuck in Bed [Prompt #102]
Title: (Gladly) Stuck in Bed
Rating: G
Length: 1.6k words
Summary: Yifan wakes up with numb limbs and a stiff back but he couldn’t have hoped for a better morning when he sees himself wrapped in his family’s embrace.
Notes: Thank you K, your help is always something to be grateful for.❤ Dear prompter, I know who you are, I hope you like this. ;)
The sunlight seeps through the gap in the curtains, hitting Yifan’s eyes and even if it is irritating, it is a hundred times better than waking up to his blaring alarm clock. Birds chirping outside the window indicates that the day is going to be bright, sunny and nothing short of beautiful. Summer has just started and along with it the break from school which explains all the unusual noise he wakes up to. There is an assortment of tones coming from the outside, permeating their bedroom walls, waking Yifan up. Laughter. And it is not the loud, boisterous kind that annoys someone but the lilting, genuine one, which makes people who hear it feel the urge to laugh along. He instantly smiles, eyelids still closed, not wanting to come eye to eye with the glaring sun.
When he tries to move to his side to maybe envelope his husband in his arms who should still be resting beside him, considering the fact that Yixing usually wakes up well into the afternoon due to the nature of his job, he finds his limbs numb and unable to move. Or at least his arms are restrained. Confused, he cracks an eye open, the one less affected by the strip of sunlight. What he sees surprises him and makes the smile on his face widen even further at the same time. Stuck to his flanks are his husband and son, snoozing away and weighing him down, none too gently. Yixing’s nose is on his neck and Yifan belatedly realizes that the warmth he was feeling a while ago in that area was actually his husband’s breathing. On his torso, a leg, an arm and half of his small body splayed on top of his father, their son, Shixun, drools on the side of Yifan’s old school shirt that he now uses to sleep in.
His husband and son somehow have managed to move Yifan’s arms so that both of his limbs are wrapped around one body each. One of his large hands is on Shixun’s stomach while his other arm is wrapped around Yixing’s waist with one of the younger’s hands resting on top of his.
He smiles before placing a small kiss on the crown of Yixing’s head, light enough not to wake his husband. He would love to reach down and kiss his son as well but the boy is lying far too low and Yifan supposes he can do that later, lest he accidentally wakes them up.
Yifan can barely see Yixing’s face from his vantage point, only tufts of hair and a faint outline of his features; the smooth curve of his forehead, his sharp nose and his plump pink lips that Yifan can only assume to be slightly parted. Yet he is mesmerized, despite the limited view. Even after being together for years, there is still something about seeing the younger’s face that has his heart calm down and his frayed nerves ease.
He reminisces the first day he had woken up with Yixing beside him. It was after a night of unplanned love making. They had only been dating for two months at that time but it felt right, being together in the most intimate way, so they followed through with what their bodies had been desiring to do for months. And when he woke up the day after, he felt a strange calm settle around him when he saw his then-boyfriend’s face laid on his bare chest, his thin arms draped over the elder’s waist. He knew then that he wouldn’t want to wake up to any other sight.
That is until Shixun came along. Their bundle of joy and the pride of the newly built Wu-Zhang family.
Yifan looks down at his son, small hands gripping at his father’s shirt and a chubby leg thrown over Yifan’s stomach. He sees hints of his own facial features in their son’s face; the thick eyebrows, the shape of the boy’s face and his thin lips. Their son even has the same, as their friends fondly call it, resting bitch face, much like Yifan.
But for all that Yifan’s genes dominates their child’s physical attributes, the young Wu takes after Yixing personality wise. His milky skin and brunette mop are probably the only things Shixun has in common with his other father, physically. His whole behaviour, even the way he carries himself screams Yixing however. Yifan deduces that it is probably because his husband spends more time with their child. Therefore Shixun must be following in the footsteps of his father when it comes to his daily doings. He has even picked up Yixing’s love for dance and his fondness for everything sweet.
There are a few things though that they have figured are unique only to Shixun. For one, he doesn’t like sports. He would rather watch people than join in, which destroys Yifan’s dream for him to become a professional basketball player. Also, Shixun’s liking for dark chocolate. Yifan and Yixing always just scrunch their faces when they watch their son gobble up a whole bar of the bitter treat. And there are many other things that make Shixun Shixun, unique on his own.
With a smile on his face, Yifan hums in contentment as he pulls his husband and son a little bit closer to him.
Out of habit, he looks at the alarm clock placed on the nightstand on his side of the bed. He almost jumps and panics when he sees the time read 9:16AM. He feels his heartbeat quicken as sweat starts to form on his forehead but then he looks below the time and sees the letters S-U-N, indicating that it is a Sunday. No work, no need to worry. He visibly relaxes, heart rate slowly decreasing and the grip he shortly tightened around his family loosens.
Then he feels hair tickle his jaw and cheeks. Apparently he has woken Yixing up. The younger likes to sleep in most of the day, especially when he has a graveyard shift at the hospital and Yifan inwardly curses when he feels him stir. Yixing’s arm which is draped over Yifan’s stomach tightens its hold, his hand caressing Yifan’s sides before gripping the loose shirt.
“Go back to sleep, Fan.” Yixing’s voice is low and almost inaudible even with the raspy texture. He ensures that he whispers the words just loud enough for Yifan to hear them, afraid his voice may wake their child. The elder only replies with a hum, his hand exchanging the position with Yixing’s and he squeezes his husband’s hand lightly.
Yixing shifts, nuzzling further into Yifan’s neck, smelling the mixture of the elder’s body wash and the remnants of his cologne from yesterday’s work. He tries very hard to go back to sleep but Yifan’s scent directly under his nose is not helping and Yifan is too warm, the kind of warmth you want to stick close to at all costs. He lifts his head up for a bit to place a quick kiss on Yifan’s jawline. This startles the elder a little but it also instantly draws a smile on his face.
“Good morning,” he murmurs against Yixing’s curly brunette hair, the ends poking at his skin but he could care less.
“Morning.” Yixing easily greets back, the sleepiness still noticeable at the edges of his voice. He sees how their son has stuck to his husband’s side and giggles silently at their child’s pose. Nevertheless, he hikes a leg up and places it over Yifan’s legs, hooking the two of them together. Now only one of Yifan’s limbs is left which belongs to himself.
At any occasion, Yifan would have teased his husband for his antics but right now he has their son on his other side and he is afraid any movement will wake the toddler. So he settles for giving up the freedom of his legs with a promise of vengeance later on.
“How did he end up here in the first place, lying like this? I clearly remember bringing him to his bed last night.” Yifan whispers close to Yixing’s ear as he reaches up to pat their child’s hair.
To answer his husband’s curiosity, Yixing pulls away with a yawn and reluctantly supports himself on his side with an elbow.
“I came home and saw him awake, playing with his toys.” Yixing starts, reaching out to push back the hair falling over their son’s eyes, “He said he wanted to sleep beside you but you looked so tired so he didn’t say anything.”
Yifan frowns at this. He is exhausted most of the time which includes when he gets home to tend to Shixun’s needs while Yixing is at work, and he admits he doesn’t get to spend as much time with their son as he would like to. Times like these are when he doesn’t like that Shixun’s personality is closer to Yixing’s than to his own. The little boy doesn’t say out loud what he wants and just waits until his parents notice and most of the time, Yifan’s exhaustion overcomes him and makes him stay ignorant of his son’s wishes.
“Don’t worry, you know how he is,” Yixing caresses his sides again, knowing the elder feels as if he neglected his own son.
“I’ll make it up to him.” Yifan answers resolutely, his hand coming up to pat Shixun’s head. “Maybe we should go out today.” He suggests, hand tightening around Yixing.
“Hmmm,” Yixing hums, “sure, later. It feels too good here right now to leave.” The younger nestles his head back onto Yifan’s shoulder and the elder can feel the smile on Yixing’s face against the skin of his neck.
Yifan can’t deny it; here, squeezed between Yixing and Shixun, is the best place to wake up and to spend a Sunday morning, or any morning, really.
Rating: G
Length: 1.6k words
Summary: Yifan wakes up with numb limbs and a stiff back but he couldn’t have hoped for a better morning when he sees himself wrapped in his family’s embrace.
Notes: Thank you K, your help is always something to be grateful for.❤ Dear prompter, I know who you are, I hope you like this. ;)
The sunlight seeps through the gap in the curtains, hitting Yifan’s eyes and even if it is irritating, it is a hundred times better than waking up to his blaring alarm clock. Birds chirping outside the window indicates that the day is going to be bright, sunny and nothing short of beautiful. Summer has just started and along with it the break from school which explains all the unusual noise he wakes up to. There is an assortment of tones coming from the outside, permeating their bedroom walls, waking Yifan up. Laughter. And it is not the loud, boisterous kind that annoys someone but the lilting, genuine one, which makes people who hear it feel the urge to laugh along. He instantly smiles, eyelids still closed, not wanting to come eye to eye with the glaring sun.
When he tries to move to his side to maybe envelope his husband in his arms who should still be resting beside him, considering the fact that Yixing usually wakes up well into the afternoon due to the nature of his job, he finds his limbs numb and unable to move. Or at least his arms are restrained. Confused, he cracks an eye open, the one less affected by the strip of sunlight. What he sees surprises him and makes the smile on his face widen even further at the same time. Stuck to his flanks are his husband and son, snoozing away and weighing him down, none too gently. Yixing’s nose is on his neck and Yifan belatedly realizes that the warmth he was feeling a while ago in that area was actually his husband’s breathing. On his torso, a leg, an arm and half of his small body splayed on top of his father, their son, Shixun, drools on the side of Yifan’s old school shirt that he now uses to sleep in.
His husband and son somehow have managed to move Yifan’s arms so that both of his limbs are wrapped around one body each. One of his large hands is on Shixun’s stomach while his other arm is wrapped around Yixing’s waist with one of the younger’s hands resting on top of his.
He smiles before placing a small kiss on the crown of Yixing’s head, light enough not to wake his husband. He would love to reach down and kiss his son as well but the boy is lying far too low and Yifan supposes he can do that later, lest he accidentally wakes them up.
Yifan can barely see Yixing’s face from his vantage point, only tufts of hair and a faint outline of his features; the smooth curve of his forehead, his sharp nose and his plump pink lips that Yifan can only assume to be slightly parted. Yet he is mesmerized, despite the limited view. Even after being together for years, there is still something about seeing the younger’s face that has his heart calm down and his frayed nerves ease.
He reminisces the first day he had woken up with Yixing beside him. It was after a night of unplanned love making. They had only been dating for two months at that time but it felt right, being together in the most intimate way, so they followed through with what their bodies had been desiring to do for months. And when he woke up the day after, he felt a strange calm settle around him when he saw his then-boyfriend’s face laid on his bare chest, his thin arms draped over the elder’s waist. He knew then that he wouldn’t want to wake up to any other sight.
That is until Shixun came along. Their bundle of joy and the pride of the newly built Wu-Zhang family.
Yifan looks down at his son, small hands gripping at his father’s shirt and a chubby leg thrown over Yifan’s stomach. He sees hints of his own facial features in their son’s face; the thick eyebrows, the shape of the boy’s face and his thin lips. Their son even has the same, as their friends fondly call it, resting bitch face, much like Yifan.
But for all that Yifan’s genes dominates their child’s physical attributes, the young Wu takes after Yixing personality wise. His milky skin and brunette mop are probably the only things Shixun has in common with his other father, physically. His whole behaviour, even the way he carries himself screams Yixing however. Yifan deduces that it is probably because his husband spends more time with their child. Therefore Shixun must be following in the footsteps of his father when it comes to his daily doings. He has even picked up Yixing’s love for dance and his fondness for everything sweet.
There are a few things though that they have figured are unique only to Shixun. For one, he doesn’t like sports. He would rather watch people than join in, which destroys Yifan’s dream for him to become a professional basketball player. Also, Shixun’s liking for dark chocolate. Yifan and Yixing always just scrunch their faces when they watch their son gobble up a whole bar of the bitter treat. And there are many other things that make Shixun Shixun, unique on his own.
With a smile on his face, Yifan hums in contentment as he pulls his husband and son a little bit closer to him.
Out of habit, he looks at the alarm clock placed on the nightstand on his side of the bed. He almost jumps and panics when he sees the time read 9:16AM. He feels his heartbeat quicken as sweat starts to form on his forehead but then he looks below the time and sees the letters S-U-N, indicating that it is a Sunday. No work, no need to worry. He visibly relaxes, heart rate slowly decreasing and the grip he shortly tightened around his family loosens.
Then he feels hair tickle his jaw and cheeks. Apparently he has woken Yixing up. The younger likes to sleep in most of the day, especially when he has a graveyard shift at the hospital and Yifan inwardly curses when he feels him stir. Yixing’s arm which is draped over Yifan’s stomach tightens its hold, his hand caressing Yifan’s sides before gripping the loose shirt.
“Go back to sleep, Fan.” Yixing’s voice is low and almost inaudible even with the raspy texture. He ensures that he whispers the words just loud enough for Yifan to hear them, afraid his voice may wake their child. The elder only replies with a hum, his hand exchanging the position with Yixing’s and he squeezes his husband’s hand lightly.
Yixing shifts, nuzzling further into Yifan’s neck, smelling the mixture of the elder’s body wash and the remnants of his cologne from yesterday’s work. He tries very hard to go back to sleep but Yifan’s scent directly under his nose is not helping and Yifan is too warm, the kind of warmth you want to stick close to at all costs. He lifts his head up for a bit to place a quick kiss on Yifan’s jawline. This startles the elder a little but it also instantly draws a smile on his face.
“Good morning,” he murmurs against Yixing’s curly brunette hair, the ends poking at his skin but he could care less.
“Morning.” Yixing easily greets back, the sleepiness still noticeable at the edges of his voice. He sees how their son has stuck to his husband’s side and giggles silently at their child’s pose. Nevertheless, he hikes a leg up and places it over Yifan’s legs, hooking the two of them together. Now only one of Yifan’s limbs is left which belongs to himself.
At any occasion, Yifan would have teased his husband for his antics but right now he has their son on his other side and he is afraid any movement will wake the toddler. So he settles for giving up the freedom of his legs with a promise of vengeance later on.
“How did he end up here in the first place, lying like this? I clearly remember bringing him to his bed last night.” Yifan whispers close to Yixing’s ear as he reaches up to pat their child’s hair.
To answer his husband’s curiosity, Yixing pulls away with a yawn and reluctantly supports himself on his side with an elbow.
“I came home and saw him awake, playing with his toys.” Yixing starts, reaching out to push back the hair falling over their son’s eyes, “He said he wanted to sleep beside you but you looked so tired so he didn’t say anything.”
Yifan frowns at this. He is exhausted most of the time which includes when he gets home to tend to Shixun’s needs while Yixing is at work, and he admits he doesn’t get to spend as much time with their son as he would like to. Times like these are when he doesn’t like that Shixun’s personality is closer to Yixing’s than to his own. The little boy doesn’t say out loud what he wants and just waits until his parents notice and most of the time, Yifan’s exhaustion overcomes him and makes him stay ignorant of his son’s wishes.
“Don’t worry, you know how he is,” Yixing caresses his sides again, knowing the elder feels as if he neglected his own son.
“I’ll make it up to him.” Yifan answers resolutely, his hand coming up to pat Shixun’s head. “Maybe we should go out today.” He suggests, hand tightening around Yixing.
“Hmmm,” Yixing hums, “sure, later. It feels too good here right now to leave.” The younger nestles his head back onto Yifan’s shoulder and the elder can feel the smile on Yixing’s face against the skin of his neck.
Yifan can’t deny it; here, squeezed between Yixing and Shixun, is the best place to wake up and to spend a Sunday morning, or any morning, really.