//Motionless in White Imagines//

Mornings//Chris

'Mommy, mommy! Wake up, mommy!'

You opened your eyes to your three-year-old daughter, Luna, tugging at your arm and shouting at the top of her lungs.

'Quiet, sweetheart, you're going to wake the entire neighborhood!' You mumbled playfully as you sat up and yawned. You hated being woken up early every morning, but your daughter's ridiculous grin couldn't help but put you in a good mood. As soon as she saw that you were awake, she jumped on the bed and climbed over you to start doing the same thing to her father.

Chris was passed out on his stomach, both arms wrapped around your waist. Luna grabbed one of the arms around your waist and pulled, instantly jolting him awake.

'Mmh...?' He lifted his head to look at his daughter, hair covering most of his face and his eyes still half closed. Her big brown ones, on the other hand, were wide open and shining.

'Mommy! Daddy! Come on! We have to go outside right now, I saw a bird outside my window!'

'Oh? A bird?' You laughed as Chris rose to a sitting position and pushed his daughters hair out of his face. Your daughter had inherited his brown hair, and it was growing longer each day. 'Okay, go get your shoes and coat on. We can go see if it's still there.'

'Aye aye!' Luna jumped off the bed and bolted out of the room. Chris rubbed his eyes and yawned. 'Your daughter sure is something.'

'Yes, our daughter sure is something.' You chuckled.

'Mommy! Daddy!' Luna yelled as she burst through the bedroom door.

'Yes?'

'Are you coming?!'

'Oh, right. Bird. Outside. Important.' Chris said slowly as he laid his head back on the pillow.

'Daddy!'

Chris groaned.

'We have to go now!'

'Chris! Get up!'

'Okay, woman!'

Luna giggled as her dad pulled the covers off himself dramatically and stumbled to the closet to get some clothes out.

'Luna, your coat isn't even buttoned up properly. '

Luna turned her attention to you and shrugged her tiny shoulders.

'There was no time for that!'

'Sweetheart, I'm pretty sure the bird is still there.'

'That means she isn't sure!' Chris yelled rom the closet.

'Christopher!'

'What?' He asked as he came out in some old band sweatpants and a t-shirt.

'You could have kept your pajamas on for that.'
You mumbled as you finished with your daughters coat.

'I'm sorry, what was that?'

'Nothin'.'

'That's what I thought, dear wife.'

'C'mon!' Luna pushed Chris out of the bedroom door and downstairs.

'Wait for me!'