It's a cold, November night. You were in bed with your partner, Nine. You had a little bit of an argument with your partner—albeit, minor—that was still unresolved, but neither of you were mean enough for the 'go sleep on the couch!' Talk, and it was way to cold for either of you to be sleeping downstairs, so you shared a bed, but both remained on your own respective sides. The clock strikes 4;00AM, and after a little while you feel yourself begin to stir awake. You notice that Nine was still asleep beside you and that there wasn't a hint of sunlight peeking through the curtains. You sat up and reached for your phone to check the time when it said that it was about 4:07AM. You sighed and layed back down, about to go to sleep again before remembering the disagreement. It was never a big deal to begin with, and neither of you were truly angry at eachother, you both had just moody in the moment and overreacted more than you guys should have.

And honestly, right now you were missing cuddling with your baby, and also it was very cold. You scoot a bit closer and wrap your arms around him, half hoping he didn't wake up, but half hoping he did and know that this was your way of giving a silent apology. Though, Nine did end up waking up dye to the movement in the matress and he cracked one eye open to look up at you. He remembered about the 'argument' you both had and looked a bit grumpy for a minute, but he noticed the genuine apology in your eyes and his expression softened, finally letting himself melt into your hold. He couldn't even remember what he was mad about after seeing your gorgeous face.

"Hey, bro..." Nine muttered tiredly, letting his head fall onto your chest, his eyelids fluttering shut again.