Kisses

sixteen

"He's asleep." I whisper as misha walks in as I hold him. Misha sits next to me and pushes toms hair out of his face.
"He's cute."
"Mm hmm. I love him."
"Wanna go to bed?"
"Mm hm" I lay tom on the couch and cover him up. "Night bud." We go into the bedroom and strip to our boxers. I go to my dresser and pull two pairs if pajama pants out. "We gotta wear something more then just our underwear tonight babe."
"Why?" He pouts his lip out.
"Thomas usually gets into bed when we fall asleep." I hand him some plaid pants and a shirt.
"Jensen." Thomas knocks on the door.
"Yeah buddy?"
"I can't sleep."
"Told you." I whisper. I open the door once we're both dressed. He stumbles into my arms.
"Middle or side?" I ask.
"Middle."
"Ok. While you're up how about we get those teeth brushed?" I carry him into my bathroom where misha is brushing his. I keep an extra toothbrush for thomas and Sheppard because I watch them a lot. I even have a little area in my closet for him and his clothes.
"I think I'm gonna go to bed." Misha says.
"No.. Misha." Thomas reaches out. A small smile appears on his face as he takes thomas. He brushes his teeth and then we go to lay down.
"So tom. How is life?" I ask as we all lay there.
"Good."
"Mmm hmm. Are you excited to be older?"
"Yeah." He snuggles into the blankets farther. "How old are you guys?"
"I'm 30 and misha is 34."
"You guys are old." He giggles.
"You're old!" I gasp.
"No I'm not."
"Misha back me up." I look at him.
"He is 30 years younger then me."
"I'm gonna go to bed." He climbs on top of misha.
"Good night." I chuckle and kiss both of them.
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I wake up and notice nobody's in bed with me. I get up and walk into the kitchen. "You look silly." Misha laughs as thomas puts cereal on his nose.
"You look silly!" Thomas says.
"I am silly. Duh." I sit down and grab the cereal on the table. "Good morning." Misha leans over and kisses me.
"When did you guys wake up?" I ask.
"6." Tom giggles.
"Wow."
"He wanted to wake you up but we thought we would get up and watch cartoons."
"Good cartoons?" I ask.
"Yeah."
"Is it chilly in here?" Misha asks.
"I can get you jacket?"
"No I'll go get one." He gets up and leaves. When he comes back he's wearing my gray sweater that I wear during the winter
"Wow you must be freezing."
"I am." He sits back down. I reach for his hands and they're like ice.
"Baby oh are you ok?" I laugh.
"What's wrong?" Tom asks.
"He's cold. Are you cold?"
"Nope."
"Well you have a long sleeve shirt on." I laugh. Misha sneezes suddenly and that's when it snaps. "Go to bed." I order.
"Hmm?"
"You're getting sick."
"How do you know?"
"I'm magic. Babe go to bed."
"Ok." He stands up. I reach over and feel his forehead. "You're burning up. Ah ok I'm gonna make sure thomas doesn't get it."
"I'm sorry."
"Its ok. I'll be back in an hour." I slide my shoes on and grab Thoma's bag.
"I'm going home?"
"Yeah he's sick and its almost your birthday and we dot wanna get you sick."
"Oh. Ok."
"Mish hey." I call him up as I drop thomas off.
"Hi."
"You feeling ok?"
"Yea"
"You feeling ok?" I ask again.
"No I feel like shit. Help."
"Ok hang tight in picking up a box of tea and some soup. Anything else you want?"
"A million blankets."
"I have extra blankets in my closet top shelf."
"I'm to lazy."
"I'll be there in about twenty minutes"
"Keep talking please."
"Ok uhm I think I'm gonna come home make you tea and pull another blanket down and get into bed with you. Mish?" No answer. "Baby?" I start to hear faint little snores. "Night" I hang up.