A good day to be Lenny!

Happy Birthday to Lenny Hayes, most beloved vice captain :D

When Lenny wakes, it is barely dawn. The first thought that enters his mind comes slowly.

Too early. Far too early to be awake.

The second thing filters in a moment later.

Too cold. Where is that damned blanket?

The third thing flees his mind when he turned his head and sees Brendon sleeping beside him.

He rescues the blanket from where it'd been kicked to cover them both and falls back in to sleep watching Brendon sleep.

It is his birthday.

***

When he wakes up again much later, he is alone on the bed. The day is dark and gloomy outside even though the clock next to the bed reads 8.47am. He can hear the rain outside, falling incessantly as it has been the whole week.
He sighs and sits up.
Fuck! He is 31 years old.
He looks up to see Brendon at the door holding a tray, smiling.
He frowns at the tray.
"You..." he has no words.
Brendon comes over to the bed and sits on the bed facing him, setting the tray down between them.
"Made breakfast" Brendon finishes for him.
He cannot help the smile that filters across his face.
Brendon leans forward and kisses him softly.
"Happy birthday"
This is going to be a good day, he can tell.