YOUR FUSSY MACK FIC IS SO CUTE!!
CC13.||cole caufield.
fluff.
cole’s fussy when he wakes up.
Conversation and laughter filled the kitchen of mine and Cole’s shared house as the WAGs and some players from the Habs started coming in. Me and Cole were supposed to be holding a brunch at our house; however, he fell asleep late last night after the win against the Lightning and was still sleeping.
As us WAGs started wrapping up cooking all the food, I told them I was going to go get Cole up. Walking upstairs and to our bedroom, there he was, fast asleep in the dark room. The blackout curtains made sure no sunlight peeked in, and the white noise from the noise machine blocked out all the laughter and loud noises made downstairs.
I smiled at how cute he looked before walking over to my side of the bed—or rather, the side he migrated to once I left it around 6:00 this morning.
“Baby,” I spoke softly, rubbing his shirtless back since he was laying on his tummy. “Time to wake up. It’s 12:00, everyone’s here, and food is almost done.” I leaned down and kissed his cheek, but he only let out a low, gravelly groan.
“Mmm, tired,” he mumbled, reaching out blindly to flip the pillow over so he could rest his face on the cold side.
I went over and turned the white noise off, the sudden silence making him stir further. “Come on, my love. Your friends are all downstairs waiting for you,” I said, gently scratching his head.
“Go awayyyyyy,” he whined, burying his face deeper into the pillow.
“Cole, come on. You’re hosting a brunch and you’re the only one not there,” I said, a bit firmer now.
He kicked around and pouted as I opened the curtains. He started whining like a toddler being woken up from a nap, the bright afternoon sun hitting the carpet. “You’ll be okay. You can nap after brunch if you’re that tired,” I told him as he ducked under the blankets to hide from the light.
“Tell them go away. Cancel it. I’m tired,” he complained, sounding genuinely annoyed.
“Cole, get up and come downstairs,” I said, lowkey over his act.
“I don’t want to get dressed,” he argued, his voice muffled by the duvet.
“Okay, then don’t. I don’t care, just come,” I said. He was being so stubborn, but I knew if I didn't get him down there now, he’d sleep until dinner and be even grumpier later.
He finally stood up with a mad face, pushing past me to grab a pair of shorts before heading out the bedroom door looking like a total mess. I quickly made the bed and then headed downstairs, seeing Cole wrapped tightly in a blanket, sitting away from everyone on the edge of the couch. He looked like a dark cloud had settled in the living room.
Shaking my head, I helped set the table as everyone came to sit down—everyone except Cole.
“Baby, come eat,” I called for him.
“I’m cold,” he said back, refusing to move and continuing to lay on the couch wrapped in his cocoon. Everyone glanced around the table, the air getting a little awkward. I apologized, excusing myself to go back to the living room.
“What’s wrong, baby? Are you hungry?” I asked him softly. He looked up at me, his face completely grumpy.
“I want to sleep. I’m tired.” His eyes started to get red, and I could tell he wanted to cry but was holding back because his teammates were just in the next room.
“I’m sorry that I offered to host this today. I didn’t think you would be this exhausted,” I said, sitting next to him. He immediately sat up and tried to cuddle into me, finally letting the tears spill.
“Oh, baby, it’s okay,” I cooed, letting him cry into my shoulder. “Shhh.” I rocked us side to side, running my fingers through his messy hair. He pulled away after a minute, looking up at me with puffy eyes and a runny nose. He looked physically and mentally spent.
“You don’t have to come eat if you don’t want to. If you want to go back to bed, you can,” I said, wiping his face with the corner of the blanket he was wrapped in.
His lip pouted out even more. He was caught in that state of not wanting to let anyone down but being completely over the day. After a moment of indecision, he stayed close to me, still wrapped in his blanket, and followed me to the table.
“Good morning, buddy,” Suzuki said, smiling at him.
“Sup, bro,” Slaf added.
“Welcome to the party,” Arber chirped. A few more teammates threw comments his way, and he just gave a quiet, barely audible “Hi.” The WAGs gave me knowing looks; I’d already filled them in on his mood.
During brunch, Cole stayed glued to me. He pushed his chair right against mine, draped his leg over my thigh, and kept the blanket tucked around his shoulders. He rested his head on my shoulder while I ate, and I ended up trying to feed him bites of food. Most of the time, he just shook his head, too tired to even chew.
After brunch, the WAGs and I started cleaning up. Cole was still clinging to me, following me into the kitchen and hovering so close I could barely move to clear the plates. He was whiny, disoriented, and clearly just waiting for the socializing to end.
Eventually, we all gathered on the oversized couch—the one we’d bought specifically because it was extremely comfortable. Cole basically sat on top of me, closing his eyes right away while still wrapped in his blanket.
“Hold me,” he pouted, rubbing his face against my neck.
“I’m holding you, baby,” I whispered, kissing his forehead.
“My neck,” he complained.
“Huh? What about your neck?” I asked, confused.
“Scratch,” he mumbled. I nodded, scratching the back of his neck and playing with his hair as I continued my conversation with the others while hockey played on the TV.
Once he was out cold—snoring lightly against my shoulder—the room relaxed. Everyone finally started joking about him being such a baby when he’s tired.
“Yeah, guys, let’s just say when we have kids, if they're anything like him, I’ll have my hands full,” I laughed.
“Looks like your hands are already full,” Anderson chirped, motioning to Cole in my arms, sleeping like a toddler on their mom.
“Don’t bully my fussy baby,” I teased, pulling the blanket higher over Cole's shoulders.
“Big grumpy baby,” Dach laughed loudly, but Cole didn't even flinch, finally getting the rest he’d been crying for all morning.
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