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Jesus smiled when he felt the familiar warmth around his waist.
Bowser was up early just to see him, even though he liked to sleep til 1.
Jesus was washing dishes when he felt the claws around his stomach and the hot breath on his neck.
“Morning daddy,” He chuckled, holding bowsers hands where they sat on his waist.
“morning baby, you sleep well?” Bowser was tired and you could hear it in his voice, but he was grinning nonetheless, “you’re pretty.”
Jesus rolled his eyes, “i slept fine hun, let’s go cuddle yeah?”
“mhmmm,”
“alright sleepy head, let’s go.”