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Jimmy curled in on himself, huffing as the bed around him didn’t feel right. Everything seemed so odd, as if such a big part of his bed was missing, but that couldn’t be the case as this was the same bed he’s been sleeping in for the past 7 years. Jimmy had been sleeping in this bed for so long, but why’d it only now feel wrong? Everything about it just felt wrong.
Jimmy sighed, getting out of bed and taking a step out of his room, the clock on the microwave reminding him of just how early it was as he grabbed a cup of water. Jimmy walked over to the couch, sitting down and drinking his glass of water as he tried to decipher why he was having so much trouble sleeping.
Jimmy’s head shot up, looking in the hallway and seeing the outline of glowing yellow eyes, sharp horns, wings and a long tail. Jimmy sighed, his father stepping out of the shadows and into the soft moonlight that the sliding glass door provided. “Timmy? What’re you doing up, buddy?” Impulse asked, his voice deep and rough from tiredness.
Jimmy shrugged, scooting over so that Impulse could sit next to him. “Couldn’t sleep, my bed feels wrong.” He confessed, and Impulse sighed, sitting down next to Jimmy and patting his back. “I knew this day would come, but I’m too tired to explain right now.”
Jimmy found himself nodding, cuddling closer to Impulse. “How about you sleep with me and Dad tonight?” Impulse offered, and Jimmy nodded once more. Impulse picked up the sleeping Jimmy, carrying him into his and Skizz’s bedroom. The previously mentioned Avian stirred in his sleep, opening one of his eyes to look at Impulse and the sleepy Jimmy.
“Hey Jingles.” Skizz mumbled, his voice tired and full of sleep. He looked over at Impulse, mouthing a soft ‘why’s he up?’ and Impulse sighed, mouthing back ‘I’ll tell you in the morning’. Skizz accepted this answer without any argument, opening his wings and arms, beckoning the two into bed.
Impulse laid Jimmy down on the bed, smiling as Skizz held their son close. Impulse followed into bed soon, covering himself with the blanket. Impulse smiled as he watched Jimmy closed his eyes and his breathing evened out, finally content to sleep. Impulse hummed softly, cuddling closer to his son and lover, falling asleep himself.