Scene setting
Park Heights condos, Manhattan
Sanders residence | 7 AM
The early morning in New York had its own habits, cars beeping like alarm clocks, sunlight creeping past the curtains to wake up homeowners and in the Sanders residence, 3 people were tangled up in the comfort of silk.
The master bedroom, which normally was neat and smelled like a sandalwood diffuser, had its owner squashed between two women hogging his body warmth like a living heater. Jane, on his left, had her midnight covering his chest, her nails dug into his stomach out of reflex, and her breathing was too steady as if at any moment she would strike. Bobbi, on the other hand, used his right arm as a body pillow, with fiery red hair usually in a bun being untamed and sticking to her face from constant sweating. Her face was peaceful, and to top it off, she was drooling on his shoulder. A small puddle was positioned on his collarbone like its own habit. As for Bo, the Carpenter was dead asleep, a mouth breather, he was totally gone in the warmth, refusing to let the sunlight wake him at any cost. The peaceful moment was needed after a straining night.
Bang! The door was kicked open, and the sound jolted them up.
"What the hell?" Jane jumped, reaching for the lamp, ready to throw it at any moment.
"Bo–do something!" Bobbi yelled out, her hold on his arm tightening in a show of fear unlike her.
Bobbi blinking his eyes to adjust to the light, hoped he didn't have to fight somebody naked, that would be residential gossip for weeks. 'Who the hack–'
His thoughts were interrupted as Faith stood at the door," Morning, guys." She greeted. as if she didn't SWAT drill the door."Bo, can we get pastries this morning ?"
The silence that followed could be cut with a butcher's knife. Jane blinked at her, "Faith, are you insane? I almost decked you with this lamp." She gestured by shaking the lamp.
"Gosh–Faith, you can knock like a normal person. Why kick the door?" Bobbi questioned her.
"I mean, you guys were... busy, and I didn't want to be scared by Bobbi's stitched nipples."
"What the f*ck, you little brat!" Bobbi violently threw the pillow at her.
"Hey!" Faith ducked the strike with ease." I didn't mean it in a bad way. "
"Oh–so that's supposed to be a compliment. You pr*ck !"
"Ok. Let's all calm down." He warned, a serious tone he used when scolding Fergy and his employees for using sculptures as action figures."Faith honey, please don't kick the door like a prop."
"Sorry." She apologised under her breath.
"It's ok. Jane and Bobbi get dressed." He added before wearing his boxers.
"Eep!" Faith squealed as she turned around, blush creeping up her neck.
"Sorry about that, freckles. " He apologised, putting on his pants to regain what dignity he had left.
"Don't be shy, Faithy~" Jane teased.
"Jane, don't corrupt my sister with your weird pillow talk." Bobbi snapped, reaching for her top in the mess of clothing.
"Nope, I'm not having this freaky chat this early. " She bolted out of the room.
Scene change
Sandra's Bakery, Manhattan
8:30 AM
The bakery shop was the definition of a Pinterest board from its tempting display cases, polished tables, and art portraits from upcoming artists that customers could stare at for hours, debating the meaning of each piece
By a quiet table, Bo and his girls were enjoying the temporary peace. Bo was wearing a puffer jacket, zipped up to his chin, black tailored chinos, and loafers. Jane wore her favourite boots, grey jeans, a band tee, and a zip hoodie way too big for her and even swallowed her hands. The smug look on her face had an entitlement like no other, munching on a chocolate-filled croissant while humming to herself. Bobbi had a simple fit, her Chelsea boots, mom jeans, long long-sleeved top, hiding her tattoos. She drank her coffee and avoided eye contact as one look meant they'd tease her blush. Faith wore his Carhartt jacket with pride, the jacket reached thigh level of her baggy jeans, whiter sneakers squeaking on the floor and it's stepper was enjoying her plate of blueberry pancakes, a small bowl of strawberries that came separately... And to top of off she was eating from Bo's plate of Cinnamon quick bread.
"The type of greed they talk about in the bible. " he shook his head at her gluttony.
"I-I can't...h-help it..." She spoke through mouthfuls of pancakes.
"You spoil her too much, Bo," Bobbi stated, taking a bit of his bread to be petty.
"Wow–Bobbi ." He chuckled, letting the stealing pass.
"You're such a softie Bo~" Jane laughed, reaching for her own share.
"Ok now. That's enough extortion." He lightly swatted her wrist.
"Hisss." She acted like a feral cat, still holding her prize as she took a bite, full eye contact.
"I swear you 3 are gonna be the death of me." He admitted, rubbing his head.
"You'll die when I get bored with you mortal."
"Bo, can you get more pancakes?"
"Why do those two get your jackets and not me? Bobbi growled in frustration.
"Yep,this is my life."