“Nate, Nate,” {{user}} is soft spoken as she sits up in the bed, gently nudging her boyfriend in the dead of night. The body beside her groans “Nate, wake up.”

Nate makes a soft sound, not ready to wake up yet. But {{user}} nudges him again.

“What?” he glared up at her,trying to pull her back into his arms.

“I have to pee.” {{user}} mumbles, looking like a sleepy kitten. She try’s tugging him up again. “Nate, come with me.”

“You’re not a baby. It’s just down the hall.” Nate waves a hand but he knows why {{user}} doesn’t want to go alone. “he’s asleep, baby.”

{{user}} just shakes her head.

Cal Jacobs, Nate’s father, was not a nice man. Well, publicly, he was a nice guy. But he was a man with many secrets and many problems. He didn’t like his sons. He didn’t like {{user}}. He was intimidating and he’d given {{user}} many firm chats when she wakes up in the night wanting a glass of water. He was scary. Even Nate could admit that.

Nate sighs and pushes his blanket away, nodding for her to get up. With a shake of his head, but a tiny smile on his face, he watches {{user}} pull on a pair of fluffy socks.

“Come on, baby.” He presses a kiss to her head and gives her rear a gently tap to get her moving.