Frost-covered windows block a lot of the morning light, but some of it still gets through. And of course, it finds its way in prismatic beams right over my face. Since I don't feel the warmth exactly, it's the *brightness* that really gets me waking for the third time.
> Not only cleaning himself, I'll be happy when he can wait more than three hours to eat. <
Sleep schedule has to be the same as his. Has been for these weeks. Honestly, though? It's not that bad compared to what human women go through.
Their children seem a lot more randomly fussy than mine.
Even though it made her wake up each time too… and even though I was quite sure I fell asleep on the other side of her each time, Kyrie's arm was again draped protectively around my waist. With steady breathing against my neck that really shouldn't feel so good.
