Beep. Beep. Beep.
Summary: The morning after Liam and Drake tie the knot.
Word Count: 497
Paring: Drake x Liam
Warning: Fluff. Adult language.
A/N: Part of a Driam timeline where the two are a family of 5.
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
Drake scrunches up his face, tossing to his other side, grabbing for a pillow to shove against his ear.
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
He keeps his eyes tightly shut, reaching over to swat Liam, hoping he will be able to stop that awful beeping that filling the room.
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
“What the f—"
He lets out a sharp breath from his nose, tossing the pillow on the side of his face across the room before angrily sitting up, glaring. Drake looks over to see he’s alone, no Liam in sight before he throws the blanket off him, dragging his feet across the hardwood floor as he goes looking for his husband and the source of the irritating noise.
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
A smile tugs on his lips when he notices Liam frantically waving a hand towel in front of the smoke detector, every window in the kitchen open as he tries to disperse the heavy smoke coming from the pan on the stove.
Drake clears his throat causing Liam to look over to the doorway, a puppy dog ‘I’m sorry’ pout on his face. Drake sluggishly walks over to him, leaning his head on Liam’s shoulder, sleep still weighing him down.
“Li?” “Yeah, babe?” “What are you doing?”
Liam chuckles, “I tried to make breakfast for you.”
Drake lifts his head, walking a few steps to the stove, looking into the pan, not even the best forensic team would be able to identify what was in there.
“Li, I can’t eat that.” He teases which gets an eye roll from Liam, who grabs the pan, dumping the content into the trash. “I hate you.” Liam says, placing the pan in the sink before walking into the living room, flopping down on the couch.
“We’ve been married less than twenty-four hours and you already hate me.” He smirks, “guess royals really don’t marry for love.” Liam’s jaw drops, Drake laughing as he walks over towards him, but Liam pushes him away from his side. “I can’t believe you said that.”
“I’m cranky, you woke me up.”
“I was trying to do something nice.” Liam mumbles followed by a low ‘you are always cranky’ as he picks up the newspaper on the coffee table, pulling out the sections that Drake reads.
Drake reappears in the living room, carrying two coffee mugs, passing one to Liam before sitting next to him. The raven-haired man refuses to say anything, but doesn’t pass up on picking up the mug sat down by him as the brunette smirks, picking up the sections of newspaper that’s been sat out for him, the silence that falls on them is comfortable.
“Want to try to redeem yourself with brunch?” Drake winks at a very unamused Liam before adding, “it’s more romantic if we cook together, you know?”
“Yeah, but you just wait until next year.” He follows Drake into the kitchen, “I’ll make the best one-year anniversary breakfast.”
“I know you will.”
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