You and Andrew are having one of those rare nights where he is actually home, only for a night though.

But, him being him, he insisted on sleeping. You couldn’t, though.

So, there you are, lying awake while Andrew sleeps right next to you. You nudge him, probably for the millionth time since he decided to go to sleep.

“Stop…” He whines, his voice coming out like a whisper.

After more pestering, you lay down on your side, facing away from him. You fully understand why he wants to sleep, he’s a professional hockey player. All he does is travel and play, but you still want to have time with him.

But, after a moment of pouting, you sit up again, nudging him once more. “I’m right here.” He mumbles, his eyes still not opening when he speaks.