sam had started getting changed into the pajamas while you were taking your makeup off. he knew once you finished getting unready, you’d nag him to get his on, so he just went ahead.

he didn’t favor wearing these pjs— the hello kitty ones. it took a shot at his masculinity, but he knew how much you enjoyed them, and he’d never say no to making you happy.

he looked at you, now finished getting himself into the matching pajamas that he hated so much. “all done, baby?” he asked, turning around. he couldn’t help the smile that crept onto his face as he saw you all dressed in the pink fabric.