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~I couldn't sleep. I couldn't sleep because I wanted to sleep with my boyfriend and I mean that in an actual sleeping sense. Why didn't he want to sleep with me? I don't snore or anything
I also don't take all the blanket or sleep sideways. Ask my moms they've never had a problem with me sleeping with them it's just Bellamy who sleeps bad. I threw my cover off of my body and got up walking to their room
They ain't sleep my mother likes to read her bible before going to sleep. I knock on the door just incase they decided they wanted to do the nasty tonight
"Come in."
I dramatically fling the door open and throw myself down on their bed. I kick my feet like a five year old and groan into the blankets until I feel something hit my head
"Ouch."
"Stop acting a fool. What do you want Mercy?"
"Mommy why doesn't he want to sleep with me?" I ask putting my head in her lap
"Oh here we go." Genesis says
I glare at her only for my mother to pluck my forehead "don't glare at my wife."
I rub the area pouting at the two women. Getting underneath the blanket in the middle I squeeze in between them
"Mercy-"
"Why. Doesn't. My boyfriend. Want to. Sleep with me?" I say emphasizing my words
"Mercy maybe he just doesn't want to have sex ever thought of that?"
"No, ew I am not talking about that." I say offensively. "I'm literally talking about sleeping in the same bed and dreaming."
The fact that they automatically think I wanted him in the same bed with me just to have sex with him is kinda irritating. I like being around him more than his dick. His dick is just a huge bonus.
"Why'd you have to go and give him the spare room."
"He wanted his own space Mercy. I can't force him to stay with you all weekend. I was just doing the right thing."
"I know." I huff. "I'm just acting stupid."
"No. You're acting like someone who's in love and wants all their partners attention. There's nothing wrong with that you just have to talk to him."
"And say what?! Why'd you choose the guest room instead of my perfectly huge bed that has way better sheets and pillows?"
"Yes." They both says in unison
"No. That's going to make things weird and I don't want to do that."
"Well then get over it and go to sleep. You'll still be able to be with him all day tomorrow. It won't kill you to sleep separately."
