“My baby, my baby, you’re my baby.”

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You and Johnny sat on your bed, you sat against a hoard of pillows and plushies while Johnny laid his head in your lap, both of you surrounded by hills of blankets.

Johnny was falling asleep. You both should be asleep. It’s 3 A.M. and he had just walked into your room through your window and you both just started to cuddle.

So to help him fall asleep, you played with his messy black hair, knowing damn well that he always falls asleep when you do.

“I love you.” He muttered, too tired for his voice to sound normal so his accent sounds like a low drawl.