(A) sits up and lifts (B), leaning (B) against (A)s chest, wrapping their arms around them and gently rocking them back and forth until they wake up. (B) wakes up and begins giggling, "it's too earlyyyyy..." and laughs while (A) scoops him up; puts him over his shoulder in a firefighter carry and takes him downstairs, singing "I carry my pride and joy with me" quite loudly for so early in the morning.
The light of every countless star
I carry with me in my arms
Across the lands
And rocking sea
I carry my pride and joy with me
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De TodoA bundle of blurbs. (from my pinterest comments) Vote for which to expand into full stories! Each of these bits and bobs, odds, and ends was inspired by a pin of a prompt, poem, or picture, so without the pin might make no sense 🥲 But I'm working...
