You looked over his shoulder at the television show he was watching as he was sitting up right on a couch. Something about Eurovision. You didn't think too much of it, wrapping your arms around his neck loosely.
"England, I'm tired," you stated, putting your chin on his head.
He smiled softly and looked up at you, making you back up a bit, "Then, go to bed."
"I can't sleep," you whined, frowning at him.
"And that's my problem how?" he asked, touching his nose to your chin before looking back at the television.
You whined, "Count sheep for me."
He groaned at you softly, looking back up at you. Apparently this show was really entertaining to him or something.
"Please?" you asked, sighing at him.
"That's better. Come here," he said, curling a finger to you.
You walked around the couch, sitting on his lap and nuzzling close to him. He wrapped his arms around your stomach.
"Should I turn down the volume or-?" he asked.
"Nah, it's alright. Just start counting," you said, hugging him closer.
He sighed, nuzzling his nose next to your ear, "One sheep, two sheep, three sheep, four sheep, five sheep, six sheep, seven sheep, eight sheep, nine sheep, ten sheep. Is that alright?"
"Keep counting," you said, contently leaning back into him.
"Eleven sheep, twelve sheep, thirteen sheep, fourteen sheep, fifteen sheep, sixteen sheep, seventeen sheep, eighteen sheep, nineteen sheep, twenty sheep," he cooed, his heart leaving a steady beat for you to follow.
Your eyes keep opening and closing, and he smiled softly.
"Twenty-one sheep, twenty-two sheep, twenty-three sheep, twenty- Are you asleep already?" he asked, sighing into your hair.
He grabbed the remote next to him and turned the volume down, going back to watching the show.
Placing a soft kiss to the back of your head, he whispered, "Good night, darling."
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It's been a long while since I've updated this, so I thought, it's four in the morning, what a better time than to update? Hope you all enjoyed this one <3
