The quiet of the early morning was broken by a loud, impatient knock at the front door, sending a ripple of surprise through you as you stirred awake. You rubbed your eyes, sitting up and realizing Jamie was still fast asleep beside you, his arm draped comfortably across your waist. Judging by the knock—and the time—it was obvious who was at the door. Roy Kent, undoubtedly here to drag Jamie off to an early morning training session.

You carefully wriggled out of Jamie’s embrace, stifling a laugh as he murmured something incoherent, still lost in his sleep. Pulling on one of Jamie’s sweatshirts, you padded down the hallway to answer the door, hoping Roy wouldn’t mind seeing you like this. You’d managed to keep your relationship with Jamie quiet—no one knew about the two of you, not even Ted. But answering the door this early, looking very much at home in Jamie’s clothes, wasn’t exactly subtle.

You swung the door open, trying to keep your expression neutral. And there was Roy, staring back at you with a raised brow, his usual scowl already set in place.

For a long second, Roy just looked at you, clearly not expecting to see you standing there. He glanced past you, brow furrowing as he took in the scene—the familiar hallway, the trace of Jamie’s scent in the air, the comfortable way you looked standing there in his hoodie.

He crossed his arms, mouth opening like he was about to say something. But he just kept staring, clearly piecing together what this little surprise meant.