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Your Child Can't Sleep

Your Child Can't Sleep

Ross: You and Ross were in the middle of a heated make-out session on the bed, Ross' hands roaming under your shirt, that is, until your three year old daughter walks into the room. Ross sighs, annoyed from the interruption, but doesn't show it infront of your little girl. "Can't sleep?" He asks her softly. She nods as Ross picks her up in his arms, letting her head rest against his chest. After about 10 minutes, Ross was back and walking toward you on the bed. "Now where were we?" He smirks, crashing his lips on yours once again.

Riker: You and Riker were cuddled up on the couch watching movies, enjoying the time you had alone when your four year old son went to bed. "I love you," Riker murmurs, kissing your temple. You smile. "Love you too, boo." You lean up from your perch on Riker's chest, kissing him. He quickly kisses back, but pulls away once he hears small footsteps coming into the living room. "Daddy?" Your son says in his small voice. "Yeah bud?" Riker gets up from beside you, picking up the little boy. "I can't sleep." "Here, let's go back upstairs, and see what we can do to help you sleep, ok?" Your son nods, as Riker sends you an apologetic glance. You nod, then suddenly hear Riker's singing filling your son's room. You walk up to see him singing to your son, your son's eyes drooping closed.

Rocky: You were trying to do some late light cooking, to make sandwich ingredients for your six year old's lunch the next morning for school, that is, until Rocky kept distracting you. "Babe, c'mon. Just do it in the morning." Rocky pleads with you, kissing your neck. You sigh. "Rocky! Stop! Let me finish this!" Rocky smirks against your neck. "What if I don't?" He turns you around to face him, his lips are on yours immediately after. You suddenly hear footsteps coming into the kitchen, you and Rocky pull apart as fast as lightning. Rocky sighs at the loss, but approaches your son. "What's up bud?" Your son frowns. "Can't sleep." He says, holding his blankie up to his face, cuddling it. "Here, I have an idea, c'mon upstairs with Dad." Rocky tells him, walking up the stairs grabbing his guitar in the process. "So wait up, wait up, I just need one more chance, to make up, make up, just give me one last dance." You hear Rocky's voice travel down the stairs, along with guitar string strums, then slight snores. You still stand at the kitchen counter, making the necessary things for lunch tomorrow. You feel two arms around your waist, immediately knowing its Rocky. "C'mon, babe. Save it for tomorrow, time for bed." Your husband states, knowing you wanted to sleep, but you still had lots to prepare. He turns you around to face him. "But Roc-" "No, you're getting some rest, not 'buts.'" You sigh, knowing Rocky has won as he carries you up the stairs bridal-style, to be met with your snores no more than two minutes later.

Ellington: You were cradling your nine moth old daughter in your arms, trying to get her cries to die down. It was no use, she wouldn't let up. You suddenly feel two arms around your waist from behind, and a pair of lips kissing your shoulder. "Ell, she won't stop crying." You say, realizing it was your husband Ratliff. "Hey there Delilah, what's it like in New York City, I'm a thousand miles but girl tonight you look so pretty, yes you do, I swear it's true, Times Square can't shine as bright as you." He surprises you by singing your baby to sleep. "Thank you," you smile at him as you put your daughter down in her crib. "Anything for you." He kisses your cheek as straighten up, his arms wrapping around your waist.

Ryland: You and Ryland were cuddled up in bed, talking about nothing in particular. "How are the fans?" Ryland asks you. "What about the fans?" You inquire. "Like, what do they say on Twitter to you?" Ryland asks again. You freeze in place, then sigh. "Well..." You hesitate, just as your five year old son appears in your bedroom. "Mommy? I can't sleep." He says, standing in your doorway. "C'mon bud, Dad will put you down." Ryland says to your little boy, walking out of the room with him to his room. You suddenly hear beat boxing coming from your son's room. You chuckle, assuming it was Ryland. After awhile, your husband walks back into the room, laying on the bed again with you.

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