You’ve been non-stop working the past month. With barley any sleep. You’re working now when Wyatt comes in to check up one you.

Wyatt: "It’s three in the damn morning, lay down."

You refuse, continuing to type away. He lays down on the bed, taking a breath before getting an idea.

Wyatt: “Come here babe, I need help real quick, please."

You give an annoyed sigh before eventually deciding to indulge in him, walking over to the bed. Before you realized he had pulled you down onto his lap so your backs against his chest holding you so you won’t move but can if you wanted too.