2:23 AM
"Dennis.." you called, poking his nose. He stirred in his sleep; his brown eyes fluttered open halfway. "Hmm? [Y/N], what is it?" "I'm hungry." "Mhm.." he trailed off, falling back asleep. You shook his arm roughly, and in annoyance. "Get up!" you whined. He sat up, sleep still in his eyes. "Alright, alright, I'm up!" "Good." "Now what do you want to eat?" "Some pancakes." His eyes widened slightly. "At-," he looked over at the bedside clock, "two in the morning?" "Yeah. Your son and daughter are making me crave them." He smiled and rubbed your very large baby bump. "Okay, how many do you want me to make?" he questioned, as he stood up stretching. "Seven, or eight, or nine." Wes chuckled. You got off of the bed. "Oh and we need some more pancake mix" you reminded. "You mean we don't even have any pancake mix?" "Yeah, I was going to tell you-love you!" you grinned. You gave him a kiss on the cheek and quickly waddled out the room.
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