I didn't go to bed after that intentionally, I don't remember falling back asleep. I wake up still curled up in Amir's arms. He's still awake I feel awful for waking him and keeping him up. "Amir?" I mumble. "Hey my love.." he whispered. "No more bad dreams?" "No.. no more I didn't realize I fell back asleep.." I mumble hearing the door open as Wenceslas came in. "Grandpa. Can you make pancakes?" He says to me. "GRANDPA WHAT" I shout (I'm not like actually yelling Let me make that clear i would never yell at my son) laughing. "Yes, your old. You're a grandpa now uncle Rupert." Wenceslas responds. We never really established what our son calls me and Amir so he really just calls us whatever.
We walk downstairs while I get the pancakes from the kitchen and plate them, I give them to my son and husband and set some in dishes for Fitzroy and Porridge. I sit at the table rubbing my eyes I hate dreaming that was so scary.. actually terrifying. "Dad!! Dad dad why are you so sleepy you look tired!" Wenceslas says. "I'm ok buddy I didn't sleep well.." I mumble.
Authors note!: I'm so sorry I havnt updated in so long! I've been busy with a lot of things and school!
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The two princes podcast fan fiction
FanfictionCREDS TO: @/peachbunii on Instagram for cover art WARNING: this fan fiction contains spoilers for Season three of the two princes podcast and mild to moderate swearing time to time. Also the things in ( ) is when they're breaking the 4th wall becau...
