Riley woke before the sun managed to climb above the horizon. Usually she started her day with a run that let her see the sun rise while invigorating her for the day and the chores to come. This morning however, the long legged blonde was feeling decidedly warm and comfortable nestled so snuggly between the two amazing women in her life. Their curves were soft against her, lulling her into a sense of safety that urged her to simply doze back off rather than try and extract herself from between them in the dark, chill morning.<br/><br/>Six years. It had been well over six years since everything had been flipped upside down for Riley and though she desperately missed the call of the ocean and the early morning waves, she couldn't much complain about the life she and these two women and a boy had managed to carve out for themselves. Sure, it had been rough going over some stretches and there was always work to be done but Riley didn't much mind keeping busy. Having stuff to do kept her from thinking too hard after all. Kept her from contemplating the whys and why nots and eased the ache of missing those who were gone. It was the times she had little to do that got to her. Over time things had eased, grown into a routine, and settled into something like home. she had grown to love them all, Angela, Emily, and Thomas, they were her family now, and she really couldn't imagine her life without them in it.<br/><br/>Deciding against the early rise, Riley shifted ever so slightly, her arm tightening around the slim waist and her hand gliding upward over curves that were as familiar to her as her own. She tended to be affectionate, enjoying closeness and touching just for its own sake, so she was definitely a cuddler. Her eyes closed and her legs tangled with those of the beauty behind her as she drifted back off to sleep.<br/><br/>The next time her eyes opened it was clear that the sun had risen. Nuzzling further into the bed she hid her face and huffed, "Ugh... don't wanna get up!"<br/><br/>Of course she knew she needed to. A quick glance at the clock told her Thomas would be finishing up with his morning chores right about now and it was usually her that made breakfast. In fact she did quite a lot of the cooking but that was because she genuinely liked to. Not to mention it usually meant she didn't have to do the killing part when it was necessary. Sighing to herself, Riley considered the merits of extending her rare lazy morning by waking the others in her most favorite way as opposed to getting her perky behind up to feed them all. Hmm, decisions decisions...