Disclaimer: I don't own Pokemon. Just the tweets I tweet. Sorry, it's been a bit, I've been struggling with a summer class. Anyways, enjoy!
It was around ten at night when Dawn had finally tucked in James. Usually, he would be in bed earlier, but for some odd reason, he just didn't want to go to sleep. He's a quiet kid who observes everything and everyone but when he's comfortable enough he's a little ball of energy. Paul blamed her for that gene, but she begs to differ.
She walked into the master bedroom to find her husband reading a strategy guide book. Typical Paul to always be thinking of battling twenty-four seven. But if he wanted to stay Sinnoh's Champion, he'll always have to be on top of his game.
Dawn let out a loud whine when she collapsed onto the bed, hugging the pillow to her chest. She felt exhausted. With working on new designs for her fashion company and on top of that it was her turn to host the 'playdate' with all of her son's friends at their house. Paul wasn't even home all day because of important 'champion' meetings, but Dawn believes it was just an excuse to not have to deal with everyone's devilish children. His own kid was different because he actually liked him.
Hearing his wife's cry he glanced up from his book and saw how really tired she was. He felt a frown form on his face, he hated when she wasn't her energetic self. He placed his book down on the end table and then moved closer to his wife, wrapping his arms around her.
Dawn released a soft sigh once she felt her husband place soft kisses on the back of her neck.
"Stressful day?" he murmured, continuing to give her butterfly kisses.
"You have no idea…" she mumbled out tiredly. "How was the meeting today?" she asked him softly, this was the only time she even saw her husband lately. Only in the mornings and at night. She knew it was because of something going on with the league changing the rules about battles, so the champion obviously had to be there.
Paul felt his heart swell. Even when his wife was stressed or feeling exhausted she still managed to ask him how is day went or even make sure he was okay. That's one of the things he loved, she always put everyone else before herself.
"No more talking about work. I miss you…" he nibbled on her ear, slowly moving his hands up her shirt, well technically his shirt.
She let out a tiny giggle, feeling his lips kiss her ticklish spot. She turned around in his arms, now looking up at him with a soft tired smile.
"I miss you. I feel like I haven't seen you even though we sleep next to each other every night," she told him sadly, now moving her hands to his chest stopping at his shoulders.
Paul smirked and leaned his forehead against hers.
"How bout we make up for lost time?"
"After taking care of those devils all day? I think I'm scarred for life," she joked lightly.
Paul couldn't help the laugh that left his lips and he leaned back, pulling her on top of him.
"We could always make another of our own. He's actually tolerable," he said flatly. Dawn raised an eyebrow at him.
"Wait—does the Paul Shinji actually want to have another baby? I think I'm going to go into shock," she playfully teased him. She leaned back a bit, now straddling his waist. She looked down at him and couldn't help but look at him in awe. She loved seeing him this way. So affectionate and relaxed. It was nice.
Paul rolled his eyes at her, placing his hands on her thighs.
"Yeah—well— Ash called me today and he told me that Misty was pregnant and I don't know, it got me thinking about when you were pregnant for the first time and how—how happy you were. You didn't work as much as you do now—and I think it'd be nice for James to have a sibling…" Paul felt his cheeks heat up. He was married to this woman for seven years now and she still made him turn to goo.
Dawn felt her eyes water slightly at his confession. She didn't know he felt this strongly about her overloading herself with work.
"Do you want me to stop working? What are—"
"It's not that. I mean, I make enough money for the both of us, and I know you love your company. I would never ask you to do that. I just want you to be happy…"
Before Dawn could respond to that she and Paul turned their head towards the door when it pushed open, revealing their five-year-old son wearing his Piplup pajamas, and holding his Turtwig plushy. He was the splitting image of her Paul, with the exception of Dawn's blue eyes.
"Mama, Daddy—I had a bad dream…" he mumbled, rubbing one of his eyes tiredly, while the other was squeezing his plushy tight to his chest.
Dawn climbed off Paul's chest and scurried over her little boy.
"What's wrong baby? What happened?" she asked him, brushing his purple hair out of his eyes.
"I don't—I don't member…." James whimpered slightly, his eyes starting to water.
"Don't baby him, Troublesome," he said, getting off the bed walking over to his son. He picked him up from the ground and James clutched his neck tightly.
"I don't want to go back to sleep…" James whimpered again.
"Alright buddy, you don't have too. How bout we do something else?" Paul asked, tossing him gently on the king size bed.
"Paul, it's late—" Dawn tried to but in her son beat her to it.
"Like what, like what, like what!?" James bounced excitedly, his nightmare clearly forgotten.
Paul let out a chuckle at his son's excitement and he sat down on the bed, ruffling his son's hair.
"Well when I was your age your uncle Reggie used to build pillow forts with me whenever I had nightmares," he admitted. James gasped at this.
"What?! Even daddy has nightmares? But you're the champion!"
"Well yeah. Everyone has something they are afraid of, that's why you have family and friends here to help you face them. When I was younger I only had my brother but then I met your mom."
"Mama said that Uncle Ash changed you every time you guys battled!" James grinned at his father. Paul rolled his eyes at his son's statement.
"Yeah, well your mom likes to over exaggerate stories sometimes. Especially how we actually met," he says sarcastically, glancing at his wife with a bemused expression. Dawn had her arms crossed over her chest and she felt her cheeks heat up at his gaze and she let out a huff of annoyance at his teasing.
"But cmon James, go get all the pillows from your room, while your mom gets the couch pillows. I'll get the extra blankets," he told the both of them. Dawn laughed at this and immediately responded.
"Fine. But after this, it's time for bed. Okay, boys?"
"Fine," they both grumbled. And with that Dawn gathered the living room pillows and the throw blanket and James gathered his own pillows, with other stuff animals he wanted to bring into the fort.
"Alright, Dawn hang that—yeah right on the side of the bed. And James I want you to put these pillows to hold that part up—good job."
"We finished! Can I go in now and set up my Poke-dolls?" James asked with bright eyes, now holding onto to his stuffed Turtwig, and Piplup and stuffed Elekid.
"Of course Sweetheart. We are right behind you," Dawn giggled, crouching down to follow her son inside the fort.
Paul couldn't help the smile that formed on his face watching his wife and son together. He couldn't help but feel like the luckiest guy in the world. He crouched down and followed them inside the somewhat large fort and he let out another chuckle at his son who was jumping around explaining a battle with his toys to his mother.
Dawn met his gaze and her eyes lit up at Paul's presence and she called him over to join in on the explanation their son was giving.
James played until for what seemed like a while, but in reality, it was only thirty minutes more and fell asleep on his father's lap. Paul was rubbing his son's head and Dawn couldn't help but tear up, and in that moment she knew she wanted another.
"Yes."
Paul looked up at her with a confused expression.
"Yes what?" he whispered, so he wouldn't wake up James.
Dawn scooted closer towards them, leaning her head on his shoulder.
"Yes, I want another baby."
Paul's eyes widen for a quick moment but then he couldn't help but wrap his free arm around his wife drawing her closer to him. He kissed her forehead and her cheeks and then her lips.
If someone had told Paul when he was younger that he would be building his own pillow fort with his wife and son, he would have laughed in their face thinking of how ridiculous that sounded. Now, he couldn't picture a life without them in it.
Someone build a pillow for with me.
