Title: Restless
Pairing/Characters: OT4. Fem!Romano and Fem!Spain mostly, Celio is there too and some Romano and Alejandro
Notes: Alejandro is almost 6, Celio is not yet born, and Romano is eternally 29 now stop asking him such personal questions.
Lovina is just about to finally settle down to sleep, her breath evening out and her vision blurring with hazy slumber, when the tell-tale creak of her bedroom door opening echoes through the room and she is suddenly very much awake.
"I'm sleeping," she mumbles, throwing her pillow over her face in hopes of making whoever it was either go away or keep quiet.
No such luck. "I know." Antonia makes her way over to Lovina's bed and Lovina peeks through the pillow to see her carefully lower herself down next to Lovina. "The baby won't stop moving around, I think he missed you."
"Or maybe he's just being a jerk." Lovina gives Antonia's belly a half-hearted pat and mumbles, "Go to sleep, you little beast."
Antonia laughs and steals Lovina's hand, lacing their fingers together and holding tight when Lovina tries to pull away. "That's so mean. Mamma doesn't mean it, baby."
"Yes she does," Lovina replies with a yawn. "Are you sure he didn't miss Romano or Antonio? They don't need to sleep."
"Nope," Antonia murmurs back. She shifts around on her side until her round belly is flush against Lovina's own. "Missed you."
"You're ridiculous."
"You knew I was ridiculous when you decided to date me."
Lovina rolls her eyes and Antonia giggles again. "Shut the fuck up and go to sleep, both of you."
It takes a few minutes, but Antonia does as she's told, and judging by the fact that Lovina can't feel any stray kicks coming from under Antonia's nightgrown any longer, it looks like the baby has too.
Once again, sleep calls to Lovina, and with some minor repositioning of their blankets she once again finds herself comfortable enough to heed the call.
"Oi, Lovina! Your kid wet the bed again, get out here!"
"Motherfucker."
