Sta.sh
You smiled as you sat up in bed. Pulling the sheets closer to your body you looked over at your sleeping husband. He was snoring. Mouth hanging open, drooling on the pillow.
Brushing a bit of hair out of his face you leaned down and kissed him gently on the cheek. You always got up this early to make him tea and breakfast before he woke up. Slipping out of bed you felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist.
He was trying to pull you back in his sleep. Gingerly you disentangled his arms from you and slipped on your bathrobe.
You made him his tea and some eggs and toast.
“Mama,” a little voice from the kitchen whispered. You turned to see Matthew.
“What is it baby?”
Matthew was holding his toy bear to his chest, “I’m hungry…can we have pancakes?”
You shook your head, “How about toast?”
The ten year old sighed, but nodded and sat at the kitchen table rubbing his eyes.
A few mintues later rapid footsteps were heard, “MA!”
“Alfred shhhhhhhhhhhh!” you put a finger to you lips furiously.
“there you are Matt, I thought you were still in bed!”
You clamped a hand over Alfred’s mouth, “What have we said about that big mouth of yours?”
“Mmmth mmm mmmth mmph.”
You released his mouth, “Repeat.”
“You’ll get duct tape and superglue it there,” he whispered.
“Thank-.” It was too late, a small weak cry was heard from the nursery, “you…”
“Great job Alfred,” Matthew whispered, “why don’t you wake up dad while you’re at it?”
You left the two brothers and went to attend to your baby. “Shhhh, don’t cry Peter,” you cooed, “Mommy’s here, mommy’s here.”
“Now how did that happen?” a voice from the door asked.
You turned to see your husband, “Al was being loud again.”
Arthur walked over and held you around the waist, “You know I don’t like it when I wake up and you aren’t there.”
Giggling as he placed light kisses on your collar bone you said, “Well you also like to wake up and get breakfast.”
“True, love. But I’d rather have you,” he said kissing you on the lips.
Peter finally settled down.
“Ewwww,” Al shouted, “old people love!”
“I’m not old you little-!”
Peter started to cry again. You glared at Arthur as you bounced the baby trying to make him clam down. This was going to be a long day.
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Love this~
DA FEELS!!
OH THE FLUFFINESS IN ONE STORY
Totally thought it would be more naughty because of it, but the fluffiness was just as good <3