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Author's Note: More cuddles! Also, I toyed with naming the poor kid Throckmorton and Thurston.

Submitting Info:
Stacked with: Ministry (Winter Year 1); RAVEN (2023); MC4A (Winter Year 5)
Individual Challenges: Old Shoes (Y); Bucket Listing (Y); Two Cakes (Y); Eating Cake (Y); In a Flash; Zed Era
Ministry Challenges: RRD [Day 19] (Cho/Marietta/Ernie)
RAVEN Challenges: Settings [112](Quiet); Items [133](Throw Blanket); Colors [49](Fire Engine Red)
Other MC4A Challenges: Ship (n/a)[n/a]; Chim [Rick]( Life/Death);Fire [x3](Me); Hang [Phrase 4] (n/a); Soup [P](Poly Ship)
Representation(s): Black Marietta Edgecomb/Cho Chang/Ernie Macmillan & Son OC
Primary & Secondary Bonus Challenges: Sweetest Burn
Tertiary & Generic Bonus Challenges: Share (Ameliorate); SHoE (Terse)
Word Count: 345 words

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Dawn Cuddles
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The early morning sun shone through the wide window of their bedroom, slowly creeping across the ground to the round bed. The sun's growing warmth embraced the four people cuddled up before it. They lay together, tangled in blankets. It was just a comfortable family nest.

Two were women who were as different as night and day in appearance. Cho was a lovely Vietnamese woman with black hair as fine as corn silk. Marietta had dark brown skin and wild curls of the same color. They were curled around their third partner, Ernie Macmillan, who was laying on his side in a half curl around their three-year-old son Oscar. In turn, the toddler was snuggled up to a fire engine red stuffed octopus that he was using as a pillow.

Oscar yawned in his sleep and rubbed his cheek against his stuffy. He had one arm curled around a throw blanket with his thumb in his mouth. Occasionally, he would give it a suck or two. Every little twitch from the child made Ernie shift protectively around him. Ernie's movements triggered Cho and Marietta to shift around him. Even in sleep, the women's fingers traced circles on each other's backs, their arms draped over the two bodies between them. All of them, including the toddler, were now enveloped in a cloud of warmth and contentment.

Outside the window, the birds began to sing, their melodies in perfect harmony with the quiet joy inside the bedroom. It was a moment of perfect bliss, a moment that seemed to last an eternity.

Eventually, Oscar woke up and woke up his parents in turn. The adults smiled and kissed his little head. Then, they cuddled up even closer, their laughter echoing in the room like a lullaby.

The morning light was kind, and the adults felt blessed, comforted by their family's love and warmth. It was a moment of pure magic, and they breathed in its beauty with each passing second.

Then Oscar's stomach growled, announcing that it was time to stop lounging in bed and get breakfast.