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Word of the day: Accommodate - to become adjusted or adapted.
Wolfram felt a heavy weight on his chest as he woke up. He blinked the haze of sleep out of his green eyes, lifting his heavy eyelashes as well as he could. He lay there, staring at the ceiling for quite sometime before normal thought became possible, and then he moved his head.
He turned his head first toward the direction where Wolfram has last left Yuuri. It seemed that his husband and slept rather soundly, his body still lying in the same position that it had held when he fell asleep. Wolfram briefly smiled at the fly away hairs and relaxed expression that Yuuri held.
Wolfram next moved his gaze to weight on his chest. He took in the sight of messy blond hairs and the tiny thumb that was currently being suckled into a sleeping mouth. Devi must have climbed into their bed while they were asleep.
Wolfram chuckled at the boy and ran his fingers through Devi's mussed blond locks, humming to him. He almost made himself drift back to sleep, but caught himself at the last minute.
He reached over lazily, intent on waking Yuuri, but instead his heavy hand grazed the lace of a night gown. In his head, he briefly wondered why Yuuri had decided to wear such a lacy night gown, before he realized that it was Greta. She must have also snuck in in the middle of the night…
The bed was a bit crowded with all of them scrunched up on the surface, the children as close to their parents as possible, but Wolfram couldn't help think as he drifted off to sleep, that it was an accommodation that he was willing to make.