Modified (Uta x Reader)

49: Truce

You slept peacefully after that for a few hours, exhausted by the passion shared between you and Uta. And your bed was really comfortable, especially when you were being spooned by Uta's warm body and you heard Yukizou's rhythmic breathing on the baby monitor next to your bed.

But around four in the morning, you heard the door creak open and light foot steps and crutch-steps pad in.

Juuzou crouched next to you and lightly touched your shoulder. As quietly as he could, he whispered to you.

"Could I sleep on the floor in here? I'm having nightmares and I don't want to wake the baby..."

You rubbed your eyes and repressed a groan. Then, you looked back at a seemingly sleeping Uta.

"No, I don't think that's a  good idea, Juuzou..." You whispered back.

"Please? I'll sleep as far away as possible..." He frowned at you as he lowered his voice even further.

"No, I really--"

"Get in." Uta's voice crackled as he pulled the blankets back.

"What?" You looked at him as Juuzou took the opportunity and slipped into the bed, trying his best to stay away from you and Uta.

"Nightmares are scary." Uta muffled into your neck. "We have enough room."

"Yeah, but--" You shifted, uncomfortable with the situation before you.

"But what?" Uta groaned. "Everyone will sleep better like this. Go back to bed, I'm exhausted."

"Fine." You huffed as you snuggled close to Uta once again. Almost instantly, he was back asleep.

Juuzou, on the other hand, was trying to balance and not fall off of the bed, while at the same time not touch you or Uta.

"Relax, JuJu." You sighed. "You're fine to just lay down."

"Okay..." He laid flat on his back and you took the liberty to stroke his soft white hair. It was so fine; like feathers almost. Exactly like your son, and just as beautiful. It gave you the same solace to stroke it too and before long you heard the soft snores of Juuzou, having fallen asleep next to you.

Smiling, you curled up and relaxed, letting the glorious feeling of sleep begin to wash over you. Like waves crashing and pulling back gently, the tides of slumber tugged at your eyelids. Each breath took you closer and closer until finally, the whimpers of your seven-month old baby caused your blood-shot eyes to open wide.

You didn't know what it was about the guys that made them like this, but they never seemed to be sensitive to your baby's tiny whimpers. So with another huff, you extracted yourself from Uta's grip and went to go feed the tiny creature.

Of course, you loved Yukizou, but you couldn't wait until the night time wake-up calls were over with. There was only so little uninterrupted sleep you could run on. But to combat that, you had endless amounts of undying love for your little snowflake and so you held him as you fed him bits of pancreas, with half of it burbling out of his mouth and onto the bib that you hadn't washed yet from dinner.

Eventually, you figured that he wasn't going to eat anymore and you decided it was time for him to go back to sleep; this time back in your room because why not? But as you walked into your bedroom, you paused at the sight before you.

Uta now had Juuzou in his grip, while Juuzou was completely star-fished out over the bed. You would have laughed, really, you would have, except for one thought that crossed your mind.

Where am I supposed to sleep?!