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"𝑖𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑑𝑜𝑛𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡, 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑜𝑛𝑡 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑙"
"𝑖𝑡𝑠 𝑡𝑜𝑜 𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑑! 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘!"
"𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡? 𝑑𝑜𝑒𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝑑?"
"𝑖𝑚 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑔𝑎𝑛𝑡"
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Today, Daniel is getting his wisdom teeth removed.
I had to work this morning, so his brothers took him, but I decided to take a half day so that I could take care of him.
I drove to home from work and walked into the house, only to be greeted by Daniel's oldest brother.
"Hey, how is he?" I asked as I grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge.
"He's doing okay. When he woke up, all he wanted was you, but when we got him home he finally went back to sleep. He's awake now, though," he informed.
I nodded and made my way into the bedroom, smiling as I saw Daniel laying in bed, gauze in his mouth with and an ice pack wrapped around his swollen face.
He was hugging a stuffed bear that we made at Build a Bear on a date and staring at the ceiling.
"Hi baby," I said, walking fully into the room.
He gasped and then smiled to the best of his ability.
"You're finally here," he slurred.
I sat down next to him in the bed and watched at he curled into a ball and then cuddled into me.
"How are you feeling baby?" I asked.
"I'm pregnant," he replied.
I couldn't help but laugh at how stupid he sounded from the anesthesia.
"Why are you laughing at me?" he asked, sounding sad.
"Aww, don't be sad, baby. I'm laughing because you sound crazy. You're not pregnant," I said.
"Yes, I am! I'm fat now, so I'm pregnant," he said, making absolutely no sense.
"Oh my," I giggled, resting my head on top of his.
It was silent for a little while before he started going off again.
"I'm going to make a lasagna," he said.
"What?"
"I'm going to make a lasagna for you right now," he repeated.
Daniel sat up and started to try and climb out of bed.
"No, no, baby, stay in bed. You can make a lasagna later, it's not like you can eat it anyway," I said, pulling him back by his arm.
"But I'm not gonna eat it. I'm making it for you. Let me go, I wanna make you food," he whined.
"I'm not hungry right now. Besides, if you don't rest, you won't heal. So, please, just lay down with me, baby?"
He gave up and laid down on top of me, resting his head on my chest.
He fell asleep on me, so I had to take the gauze out, which was kind of gross.
After about an hour of him sleeping on top of me, he woke up and groaned.
"What's wrong? Does your mouth hurt?" I asked.
"Yeah, I need to go get some Advil," he said, then yawned.
"I'll get it, don't worry. Do you want me to change your ice packs, I'm sure they're getting warm," I said.
I pushed myself off the bed and started to walk away, but I was stopped.
"No, it's too cold! Come back!" he whined, making grabby hands at me.
"I'll be right back, calm your tits," I said.
"I have tits?" I heard him ask as I left the room.
I grabbed the ice packs, Advil, and a water for him.
When I walked back in he was sprawled out over the whole bed.
I gave him the Advil and water and then changed the ice packs out for him.
I laid down again and he cuddled himself into my side.
We decided to watch Bambi, for old times sake.
While the movie played, I ran my fingers through his hair to smooth him and I lightly scratched his head.
"Mmm," he hummed.
"What? Does that feel good?" I teased, stopping what I was doing.
"Yes, keep going, it's like a head massage," he demanded.
"Yes, sir."
We continued watching the movie until we got to the part where Bambi's mom gets shot.
"No, I hate this part. I wanna cry," he mumbled.
"Don't cry. It's just an animated movie," I said, placing a kiss on his forehead.
He didn't respond as he was already fast asleep on me again.
What a cute lil baby.

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𝗽𝘂𝗯𝗹𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗲𝗱 - 𝟰/𝟮𝟱/𝟮𝟬
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