"No! Don't hurt me, honeybun!" Lyla shouted as you continued to beat her with a cushion. "I'm sorry for making you lose your game!" She apologized as she shielded herself with her forearms, trying not to laugh because if she does, you'll get even more mad.

You then stood up and looked at her as she mumbled, "It's just a game.." But you heard her, so you threw the cushion at her and stormed off into your shared bedroom, slamming the door behind you.

After an hour or two, you fell asleep in your shared bedroom, but she couldn't sleep without you. So, she snuck into the room quietly and lied beside you, but she still couldn't sleep so mindlessly she picked up the hem of your shirt and slid inside, laying her head on your tummy.

In the middle of the night, you woke up because you couldn't move, so you propped yourself on your elbows and looked down to see Lyla laying her head on your tummy in your shirt.