Dylan Geick's P.O.V.
I was in the kitchen, making breakfast for Corbyn. It was quiet for awhile before I felt a pair of arms around my torso. Corbyn sleep walks from time to time. I chuckled, "Good morning, baby."
I chuckled when he doesn't reply meaning that he's still asleep. I turned the stove off before turning around. I grabbed his shoulders, "Corbyn, baby. Wake up."
"Whatttt?" He asked, opening his eyes lightly.
"You sleepwalked again."
"Ugh." He groaned, rubbing his eyes. I just smiled at him, "Have a good dream?"
"What?" He asked, confused. I just chuckled, rephrasing my question, "Did you sleep well?"
"Yeah." He replied. I smiled, "Good, then. Want some breakfast?"
"I guess."
"Wait at the table, babe." I said, turning around and finishing the dish.
"Okay." Then, I heard the chair being pulled. I grabbed the pan then put the pancakes on the plate. I put it in the table before grabbing two plates and putting it in the table. One for Corbyn and one for me. I grab some utensils for the both of us and some maple syrup. I sat down, handing him his utensils and the syrup before digging in. We talked and chatted as we ate. Half an hour later, Corbyn suggested to wash the plates. I just sat at the table, looking at him. After awhile, we decided to watch Netflix and snuggle on the couch. I put an arm around his shoulders, pulling him closer. Corbyn wrapped his arms around my waist, making me smile.
"What do you want to watch, baby?" Corbyn asked.
"Stranger Things." I said. He smiled, knowing it's his favorite show. He looked for it and played it before returning by my side, snuggling by my side. Around the 12th episode, I felt a weight on my shoulder. I looked beside me, seeing Corbyn fast asleep. I kissed his forehead before grabbing the remote, turning the tv off. I carried him upstairs to let him sleep properly, then I laid beside him, falling asleep as well.
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