wc: 417 tw: none! fluff! rq: no!
it was late into the night, around three in the morning if thomas had to guess, when he heard the door to his bedroom creak open. he was a light sleeper, had no choice but to be, and normally the sound would have caused him to panic—to wake up and rush to your protection. but lately thomas’s sleep hadn’t been disrupted by an intruder but rather his very own spawn.
when your child was born, he was a natural born clinger just like his father. he wanted to be with you, attached to you at all times—which meant he had slept with you both since the day he was born up until he was three, an age in which you tired to get him to sleep on his own.
for the most part it had been fine. you and thomas would tuck him in, kiss his little forehead and wait until sleep took over. but recently he refused to stay asleep instead he would wake up in the dead of night and march his way into your room.
so thomas had been expecting him and pretended to stay asleep. he waited until he felt the tiny hand gripping the back of his shirt, tugging until his dad paid any mind to him and as always thomas quickly turned—hoisting the baby up and over his body.
his boy flashed him a sleepy grin, the hair that directly resembled thomas’s own was a mess and pointing in several different directions.
as if it was routine the young boy placed his tiny hand on thomas’s face, his fingers touching where his eyes couldn’t see during the day as thomas was always wearing his mask. thomas always enjoyed this moment—his heart was so full as he felt his son’s acceptance and love instead of rejection and fear.
once he was done exploring thomas placed him in between you both as stealthy as he could as to not wake you. but you always woke up, it was almost as if you sensed them both awake. you smiled, placing a kiss on your son’s cheek before repeating the action with your husband—ready to fall back asleep.
the moment your eyes closed again a big hand pulled you closer, your son’s head now resting on your chest and your legs tangled with thomas. tommy felt more comfortable like this, made him feel content as his world was now resting peacefully in his arms—protected by him forever and always.
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