artemisscribe (kinda back?)
1 year
"Don't go to sleep," she murmurs, "you'll squish the baby."
He hums in amusement, eyes still closed, he presses his lips to her neck.
"I won't squish you, baby," he says.
"I'm not talking about me," she says, mischief in her voice.
Suddenly he's very awake.
"Wait. What? Really?"