"It's so romantic! They're absolutely perfect for each other!"
Hearing that, you stir from your sleep. You don't open your eyes, thinking you'd imagined it.
"Hush, Anna! You'll wake them up!"
That you know you heard. Your eyes practically shoot open. You're still in Gregory's arms, and he's still asleep. You look towards the door, only to find it open with three little children looking through, all of them seeming to be holding back laughter. You sigh quietly and sit up as far as possible without waking Gregory. If he saw this, there'd be big trouble. "What are you doing!? Get the hell out of here!" you exclaim in a harsh whisper.
In a flash, they're darting down the old stairs, laughing hysterically as they run.
You sigh again, thinking of what might happen if Frederick or Freda found out. You feel Gregory's grip tighten around your waist and look down at him. His eyes are half open, like he's trying to keep them from closing again. "Who were you talking to just now?" he asks sleepily.
"Umm... you sure you want to know?"
He looks at you strangely, but nods anyway.
"Your little siblings, plus Tony."
As soon as you say that, his eyes widen, then close again. Gregory sighs. "We're screwed, aren't we?" he states more than asks.
"Pretty much."
He groans in annoyance.
You laugh at his reaction, "Wow, you're pretty calm about this."
"Not calm. Tired," is his reply.
You giggle, "I'm tired, too, but I can still talk in sentences."
"No more talking. Back to sleep," he slurs, trying to pull you back down at the same time.
"Alright, alright. No need to tell me twice." You lay down and get close to him again.
"Good..." he murmurs, making you giggle.
In, like, seconds, he's out again, and you follow not too long after.
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*BAM!*
You're awake and sitting up, eyes darting around the room. "What... the hell... was that?"