Sleepy eyes blink and open to meet the dark inner underside of the tent's roof, the one which currently keeps the two of you dry from the slight drizzle outside. You sigh, slightly shimmying the blanket around you loose a bit, getting rid of the heat in here. Shane always insists on having atleast two blankets and three pillows for you alone while you're carrying. He says it keeps the baby warm.

Too warm. He's snoring beside you with his mouth open and an arm thrown over his closed eyes, blissfully unaware. Good. The heat has you parched, and you're aching for a glass of water. Problem? The water filter's sat outside the tent, under a tree, on the opposite side of camp. No biggie, you can grab an umbrella, dash outside, fill up a glass, quench your thirst and get back in bed.

.. is the plan before a tender, burly hand lands softly on your shoulder, gently coaxing you back to bed.

".. get ya cute li'l ass back here, dollface. What, ya needa' tinkle?" he whispers.