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“Ma?”
The trembling voice woke Taco from her sleep. She rubbed her eyes with her palm, squinting into the darkness of her room.
Microphone was beside her, fast asleep.
“Cherries, what are you doing up?”
“I had a nightmare..” The boy whispered. “Can I sleep with you and Mom?”
“Of course, dear.” Taco patted the spot in-between herself and Microphone, and closed her eyes as the boy crawled up and laid beside her.
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Taco awoke to a familiar voice giggling.
Microphone was standing above her, holding her cellphone in front of her face and taking photos.
Taco felt a small hand on her face, and when she looked down she couldn't help but join in on the laughter.
Cherries lay sprawled on top of her with his limbs in every direction, Taco's own arms around him.
“I told you, you're adorable.” Microphone giggled.
“Not as adorable as this little one.”
“I think you're about on the same level,” Mic made a so-so gesture with her hand. “But whatever you say.”
“Did you want me to bring breakfast up? It looks like you won't be able to get up for anything for a while.”
“That would be lovely, thank you.” Taco didn't look up at Microphone, being too focused on Cherries.
Microphone smiled and left the room.