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“Scooott,” Jimmy calls as he knocks on his husband’s door.
“Jimmy? You can come in darling,” Scott calls back, his brow furrowed in sleepy confusion. It’s midnight now, and they’re just waiting for the last few people, including his husband apparently, to go to sleep.
“Hey,” the blonde smiles softly as he enters and shuts the door behind himself. “I thought… maybe we could share a bed tonight? And if Father Quizmas destroys more of your house because of it, I’ll fix it for you.”
Immediately upon the offer, Scott returns the smile, “That sounds great then, c’mere. I’ve always got room for you.”
Jimmy happily bounds up to him then, placing a bed down next to Scott’s and lying down. Code technically mandates two beds, which is why Jimmy’s gone and brought his over, but they don’t really need it as arms, a wing, and some other limbs that tangle with his own, find their way to the unicorn.
They both breathe immediate sighs of relief at the spooning, and of course share a subsequent giggle as Scott scoots back as close as he can into Jimmy’s arms.
“This is so nice, promise me we’ll do this at least one more time before the series is over? You’re so much warmer than I am,” Scott murmurs.
“Of course dear, anything to make you happy. I did wanna say thank you for the life though. Even if it was bribed off you lot,” Jimmy hums back. The taller places gentle kisses on his husband’s shoulder, skin partly exposed from the almost off the shoulder rainbow sweater Scott has been wearing beneath his coat.
“I mean-,” he starts with a sleepy laugh, “It wasn’t really a question who I was gonna advocate for. I didn’t wanna kill you in the first place last session, you were just being overdramatic. The diamond and TNT was nice though, I will admit. Besides, you’re cute when you get desperate.” Sure they had been trying to give it to someone else, but Scott knew all along it would go to the stupid man he loves so much.
The unicorn laughs once more; this time at the indignant, distinctly canary squawk that sounds behind him, as well as the chirps that follow. “S-Scott! Keep it pg!” Scott laughs again and Jimmy feels warm inside. “Well, if I had known that, I wouldn’t have tried so hard. You’re somethin’ else Scott Smajor,” Jimmy pouts but doesn’t move an inch.
“I know I am! Thank you! And what happened to our hyphenated last name hm? Can’t believe you’d forsake your husband and our unborn children like this,” Scott teases.
The blonde hums and places a couple more sweet kisses to Scott’s shoulder, “I dunno, force of habit I guess. How are the little flowers today?”
“Jimmy- we’ve been married for nearly five years.”
“I- well- I know but-,”
“I love you,” Scott sighs, “And they’re good I think, nothing to suggest they aren’t.”
“I love you too, petal, that’s good. What about you? Hangin’ in there alright?” Jimmy responds, voice definitely sleepier than it had been before. Leave it to Scott to make him feel so relaxed, he’s been restless every night so far, and now-
“I’m okay Jim, really. You worry too much. Being able to sleep every night has certainly been nice, and I haven’t been feeling as sick thank goodness. I think-,” he’s interrupted by a yawn, “This is the most relaxed I’ve been so far though.”
Jimmy huffs a soft laugh and snuggles impossibly closer. “Yeah, me too. Go figure.” He tightens his wing around Scott, made fluffy by just how lovesick he is. They’ve certainly had their rough patches, but there’s nothing in the world Jimmy would give this up for. Not ever. He rubs his hand gently over Scott’s baby bump, and sensing the mood whispers, “Goodnight little flowers, and goodnight my love. Sweet dreams.”
“Sweet dreams darling. Love you.”
With that, the two finally drift off to sleep, smiles on their faces. When Father Quizmas comes, it does end up destroying more of Scott’s house, and seeing two of the bots is certainly strange, but they’re both too well rested in the morning to care. Especially after morning kisses are exchanged and Jimmy happily fixes the damage as promised.