"babe, it's your turn." brendon's head was face down in his pillow, yet dallon still understood every word. dallon sat up and rubbed his eyes before putting on his glasses. he turned and looked at the younger boy who was already sound asleep right next to him, and he couldn't blame him, he was tired as hell too. the screaming baby in the other room seemed to cut through all his previous thoughts, and now that was his only focus.
dallon was quick to move into the nursery and pick up the crying baby. "you can't seem to make it through the night, can you?" he said in a hushed tone.
after getting the baby back to sleep, dallon put him back in the crib and returned to the bedroom. "baby's asleep." he told brendon, although he knew he was too asleep to hear.
"he's a hell of a lot of work, he gets it from you." brendon only snores in response, but he's sure if brendon was awake he'd be getting a sarcastic "haha." in return.
"i wouldn't trade it for the world, though. i don't care if i never get a good night's sleep again, it's all gonna be worth it." he glances at the figure next to him. "you two are the best things to ever happen to me."
soft snores only escape brendon beside him. he knows if brendon was awake he'd give him a big grin and perhaps giggle out the statement, "stop being so cheesy." brendon knows dallon means it, and although they will heckle another one about being too cheesy, they will always know the other means what they're saying.
the baby starts crying again, therefore waking brendon up again.
"i got him." dallon says, starting to get out of the bed.
"you got him last time, it's my turn." brendon replies nearly instantly. "you need sleep too, weekes."
"and who's to say you don't, weekes?" dallon tests him.
"babe, please." brendon's voice is soft and tired. dallon just gets back under the covers and puts his head back down onto the pillow. he can hear brendon singing softly in the other room, and it nearly puts dallon to sleep himself.
by the time brendon gets back in the room, dallon is half asleep. he kisses his forehead lightly as he gets back into bed. "oh, dal, by the way."
"yeah?"
"stop being so cheesy."
hello? i have got some explaining to do, don't i?
