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Ludwig was a cute sleeper. You’d give him that. With his peaceful expression and soft snores, he resembled a giant, huggable teddy bear; the fact that his hair was down didn’t help too much either, because it only seemed to add to the adorable look. Nonetheless, even if he did resemble a teddy bear, he definitely wasn’t acting like one – on the contrary, it was you who was acting like a teddy bear. “I’m so thirsty,” you whined pitifully, squirming around in Ludwig’s strong hold. “Lemme go, Luddy! Wake up! I wanna get some water!” The German didn’t even move, earning yet an

   You stirred slightly as you twisted around on the bed, trying to find a more comfortable position. You snuggled up against the warm body of your husband in an attempt to find more warmth on this cold winter morning. Norway groaned slightly as he too shifted, the arm around you tightening slightly as he pulled you closer. Somehow through the night, he had managed to tangle your legs with his own. The warmth was enough to lull you back to sleep if there had not been one problem. You needed to go to the washroom.    Blinking open your eyes, you sat up slightly, pushing yourself up on your forearms to glance at the digital clock on your husb

A retrospective turn of events... One year ago... "And maybe then we could go and see-" "Doctor." You cut him off mid-planning-speech. He paused with one foot hovering in the air, stopping in his dance around the controls of the TARDIS. "Yes?" He still hung the foot in mid-air, ready to take the next faraway step. "Can we...not...today..." You said slowly. "I don't feel like travelling." You looked paler than normal. You felt paler than normal. You felt awful. "How so?" The Doctor asked, twirling his foot a bit to keep balanced. "I don't feel all that well." You muttered as if it was nothing, a passing feeling that would leave soon enough.

You woke and sat bolt upright. Startled again. Nightmares. Sighing, you ran a hand through your hair and curled your knees up to your chest, sobbing quietly as you buried your head. When was this going to stop?! Almost every night you had fretful dreams. Always of the Doctor. You began to hate him as much as you loved him. You hadn't had a good nights sleep since- You jumped as Johnathan began to cry. "Why?!" You almost screamed, close to pulling your hair out. Johnathan was almost 3 months old now, and to you, it seemed like he always cried for no reason. You kneeled on the bed and collapsed forwards, a complete lack of energy or enthusi