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“Do you know where my sneakers are? I can’t find them and Bobbi says that I absolutely can not,” he pulls a face, and Hunter blinks, because he is still not toally convinced that he is not dreaming, “go running without them.”

That makes him sit up on the bed because, Fitz and running are two words that just… don’t go together in the same sentence.

“Why are you going running, love?”

“So Bobbi doesn’t have to go alone and you don’t have to wake up, either.” Fitz pouts. “But well, that is ruined now.”

Hunter beacons him to come closer, and when Fitz sits on the edge of the bed, he scoots closer until he can cuddle against Fitz’s side.

“Aw, you would endure running just so I can get more sleep? That is love.”

Fitz kisses the top of his head, and smiles softly after. Hunter just closes his eyes and lets himself be engulfed in his warmth and scent, the way he so rightfully deserves.

“It sure is, Hunter.”

“Hey, Hunter, let go of my running partner.”

“Sod off, Barbara, you know he is mine during the mornings.” He makes grabby hands for her despite his words, and she sighs but sits on the other side of him anyway.

“Well, not today.”

“Come on, Fitz, ditch her, I’m already awake so you don’t need to go.”

“Sorry, Hunter, but I promised.”

Hunter then turns to Bobbi, and pokes her in the nose.

“You see, going running with you just to keep you company. That is love.”

Bobbi smiles, and stretches a hand across Hunter’s chest to stroke at Fitz’s cheek.

“I know. He’s a babe.”

Hunter pushes at both their waists to get them both to get up.

“Your sneakers are under the bed, Fitz. Now go before I throw up from such sickeningly sweet demonstrations this early in the morning.”

Fitz just laughs, but Bobbi leans over to kiss him on the cheek and at the same time punch him on the shoulder.

“We expect pancakes when we come back.”

He pouts, more to get them both to kiss him one last time than for anything else.