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Touya whined playfully from his place on the couch, reaching out to his fiance’s retreating form. “I can’t fall asleep without you here.”
Machelle huffed where she was standing by the door. “Ha, that sounds like a ‘you’ problem, sir. Not a ‘me’ problem.” She tapped the toe of her shoe on the floor, grinning innocently at him.
Touya’s facial expression dropped to a glare. “It's about to be a ‘we’ problem in a minute.”
"You fell asleep with me in your arms ONE time and suddenly it's an issue?"
"Actually," he held up some fingers, "it was three times and I slept better every time. The two you seem to conveniently not remember were when you fell asleep first."
"Those were naps, though."
"Sleep is sleep and that is some of the best I've ever gotten in my entire life. Hands down." He held out his arms, making grabby hands. "I need your squish."
"I'm not a teddy bear."
"No, you're not. I'm a grown man."
She cackled. "What does that have to do with anything? Comfort is comfort. It doesn't have an age limit!"
"Feeling called out?" He raised a cheeky eyebrow.
"I have no shame sleeping with stuffed animals. It's not the same, hugging a pillow!"
"Exactly!" Touya threw up his hands. "The sleep comfort is specific!"
She blinked. Have to admit, he got me there. She blew him a kiss. “Just a little more patience, dearest darling fiance of mine!”
He ran his hands into his snowy hair. “Can’t we just sign the paper now?”
“Just for me to sleep with you?”
He raised a suggestive eyebrow. “Yes ma’am.”
“You know what? Good night.” She yanked open the door. “Love you! See you later!”