Adoption Day

Pillow cuddles

Dave's pov-

I roll over in the bed. I was still half asleep. I wrap my arms around what I think is John's waist. I can't tell for sure. I pull him close to me. "Mmmm." I groan. His body isn't as warm as I thought it would be. "Morning John." I whisper. "Well, good morning!" John's voice startles me and I roll of the bed completely. I smacked my face on the ground.

"Was my pillow a good cuddler?" I climb back on the bed. "Yeah, he was. Great actually. I think he's even better than you." I snap. I wasn't angry at John. No, I was angry at the fact that I was caught cuddling a pillow. John laughed and sat on the bed. "Really? Well I guess since I'm not a good cuddler I guess I don't make a good cook either?" I leaned into him. "You made food?" He nodded. "Pop tarts and apple juice." He kissed my forehead. "But since Im not good at cuddling, you don't get my grilled pop tarts. I'll just give them to Kurla." I shook my head. "No, babe. I was just kidding. You're the best cuddler ever!" I placed my lips onto his and pushed him down on the bed. He laughed. "Fine. You can have the pop tarts." I kiss him again. "Yes!"