"Hmmm Mmm. Brought donuts but John might have poked his fingers in all of them already," Simon laughed softly against a sleepy ear. "So maybe we'll go out for a bite before heading over. No rush."

He had no intention of forcing full wakefulness upon dear Peter, not when he was nightly enjoying himself as he nosed against the nape of his neck.

Of course, that was when a very distinctive voice outside the cracked door made him lift his head. "Oh, donuts!"

What was JC doing here?