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Pawbert is laying in bed cuddled up to you like every night. In your apartment, he never really wants to go home. He hates being home; he prefers your home. Most of his stuff is moved into your place anyway. He helps out with bills and everything else you need.
He watches as you sleep softly, he at times has a hard time sleeping. Way too much happens in his head so he just stays awake. But sometimes being with you tends to simmer it down, you bring him peace. He always likes to watch the city lights through your windows– as you live more downtown in zootopia he can see how pretty it is, unlike in tundratown he can barely see anything due to the snow. The twinkle of the lights makes him happy, the way it all comes together and makes everything look so.. beautiful. He looks down at you again, still sleeping as before. Gets up and walks to the kitchen.
Since he can't sleep, why not just make coffee to make him even more awake than he is. He starts making the coffee, he watches the coffee drip into the pot. He's very focused on this, mainly zoning out most of the time. He should be sleeping, but again chooses not to.
As the coffee finally is done he grabs a cup and heads back to the bedroom. You're still sound asleep, surprisingly. Normally when he leaves bed you wake up and follow him around whining and want him to be back in bed. Pawbert doesn't when you do it, he finds it adorable.
He sits on the bed and places his mug on the side table, he grabs his journal off his side table and just writes. He has gotten into the habit of doing this everyday, his therapist told him so and well he thought it would be a nice thing to do. Most of the time he writes about you and what you guys do on a daily basis. Sometimes writes about his feelings and personal problems, he tends to keep his journal private. And you accept that and never plan on reading through his journal.
He writes for around 45 minutes then closes it and sets it back down on the side table. He's been sipping on his coffee as he was writing so it's almost gone. But he finally feels something moving on the bed. “Pawbie..” you sleeply say to him and scoot yourself towards him still laying down and in his tshirt, you wrap your arms around his torso, your face buried into his side.
“What baby..” He hums,
“Come back to bed..” You mumbles your voice barely audible. He chuckles softly, “I will soon..” He takes his paw and starts to pet the top of your head. “So needy..” He jokes and he can tell you're about falling back asleep. He doesn't move you or say anything, just let's you.
Morning comes and somehow both of you fell asleep. You're laying on top of him and he's surprisingly laying down too. He wakes up and sees you on top of him and smiles. “Didn't know I fell asleep..” He chuckles and waits for you to wake up.
Seeing you finally start to open your eyes he feels happy. “Goodmorning love..” He says in a gentle voice and you move your face to his neck and nuzzle it. “Morning pawbie..” You yawn and move your head once more and give him a kiss on his cheek. “I wanna sleep longer…” you murmur, “I know love–” He holds your face then gives you a kiss “how about we go cook us some breakfast?” He suggests and starts to get up. You get up with him mainly clinging to him, he enjoys mornings when you do this. He loves it when you're clingy, he feels wanted and needed, he just feels happy.
As you both make food you talk about what you guys will do for the day and pawbert talks about what kept him up last night. He always communicates his feelings, he doesn't want them to weigh down on him anymore, and he just feels comfortable with you.
“Pawbiee openn” you say as you have a fork full of pancakes up to his mouth, he opens and you put the pancakes in his mouth. “These are extremely dry oh my god” he fake chokes and you giggle, "I'm sorry I don't really like syrup on my pancakes!” You answered loudly, you know he's joking but like to make the commotion anyways. Pawbert reaches for the syrup “Maybe put some more…” He says as he puts more on your pancakes and you try and pry his hands off “Noo! You're ruining them!!” You cry out and he laughs. “No I'm not I'm making them perfect.” He claims and you pout. “Meanie.”
After that the day goes as normal, take a shower you both typically take a shower together. And leave and walk around Zootopia. Pawbert couldn't have had anything more perfect in his life than you.