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The morning sun filtered through the blinds of the beach house, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. Upstairs, Aiden stirred, his bronde hair messy against the pillow. The sound of you's voice cut through his sleep. He blinked awake, his green eyes adjusting to see you standing there in a T-shirt and shorts. "Yeah?" he asked, his voice thick with sleep. When you complained about Bryson stealing cereal, Aiden groaned, rubbing his face. "Why do you guys act like children this early?"