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Dio lays against the giant mattress, her head resting against her forearms as she lays on her stomach. She sighs softly as she starts to join the waking world. She stretches her legs slowly to avoid any unnecessary cramping and twitches at her sore lower half. She sends the massive sleeping body next to her a glare for causing her an extra annoyance.
She rolls onto her side and holds herself against the overheated body next to her. It feels so nice against her chilly bare skin and she presses a small kiss to his back.
Jonathan stirs slightly and rolls over, facing Dio and scooping her up into his arms. He seems to be half asleep and rubs his face into Dio’s hair, breathing in the smell of her coconut mix shampoo. He trails his hands sleepily down her back and rubs his nails against her spine. Jonathan felt like he was at peace in his half-asleep state. He gave a small yawn before trailing his hands lower and squeezing at her ass, earning himself a slap against his shoulder.
“Stop that! I’m sore enough as it is, you mindless brute,” She snarls as she rubs her head against his chest. He was too active for her taste and she just wanted to sleep in a little. She stretches her legs against and feels them hit something solid.
Dio leans up and glances at Jonathan’s still sleeping form before looking at the foot of their bed. She found a curled up Giorno, sleeping soundly in his comfy spot. He held his ladybug blanket tightly in his fists as he slept. Dio felt a surge of love for her baby as he seemed to seek them out in the middle of the night for comfort.
She slips out of bed quietly and slips on her discarded nightgown before scooping up her sleeping son. She returned to bed with him in her arms and hummed slightly, fingers twirling his golden locks. It was a blessing to think she had this beautiful baby, he was born with dark hair like Jonathan and suddenly it turned as light as hers. She felt as if it was a sign of some sort, but she never thought too hard about it. She could feel Giorno’s small breaths against her chest, he felt safe.
It was hard to believe that she once feared the birth of this baby, she didn’t feel ready and she felt she’d never be as good as her own mother. Dio was terrified that if Jonathan ever found out he’d leave her, it was a silly thought to have since even she knew deep down Jonathan would never do such a thing. She was so scared that she’d traumatize the poor baby that lived inside her, but she made it through. She ended up having him and once she saw him in her arms, dark hair and gentle eyes like Jonathan… she has already fallen in love all over again.
Dio kept gazing at Giorno, too enraptured by her son to notice that Jonathan was awake and sleepily gazing at the people he loved most. He leans up and kisses Dio’s cheek, happy to see Dio relaxed and taking time to treasure her family, “I’ll make breakfast, when did he sneak in?”
“I don’t know, probably two or three hours ago, maybe? He must have had another nightmare… but I’m glad he’s sleeping again. My poor Giorno,” she presses a kiss against his head and hums softly. It was a sweet song that her mother used to sing to her when she couldn’t sleep properly. Dio felt a painful grip in his heart but it all melted when he glanced at Jonathan’s warm smile as he got up and changed into pajamas. She continues her song as Jonathan leaves the bedroom, “My sweet Giorno, my precious baby… you’ll be happy as long as your parents are here to protect you~”