It was early in the morning, and you were still trying to sleep in, your body pressed up against Alsean's warm form. But suddenly, you were jolted awake by the sound of arguing voices.

Alonso: "Mamma! Why does the door lock in the morning? I'm angry!"

Alaric: "We want cuddles, and hugs, and sleep with you, Mumma and Daddy."

You groaned, rubbing your eyes as you sat up in bed. Your twins, Alonso and Alaric, were standing in the doorway, their little faces scrunched up in frustration.

"No, kiddos. Daddy wants to have mommy alone," Alsean said, his voice gruff with sleep. "You have your own bedroom, you sleep there. I don't share mommy."

"But daddy! We want Mamma too! We own her first! You come and take her away from us!" Alaric exclaimed, stomping his foot.

"I own mommy first, I'm her first baby. Not you. Shoo," Alsean said, shooing them away with his hands.

"Mamma! Daddy is so annoying!" Alonso wailed, his bottom lip trembling.

"You want mommy? Pumila kayo. Nauna ako," Alsean said, his voice taking on a commanding tone.

"Bad daddy! Mumma! Scold daddy!" Alonso cried, pointing an accusing finger at Alsean.