@sweetsurrcnder
Continued from here.
Nick made a mental list of a few colors and patterns for the pacifiers that he might look for whenever it was that he began his quest tomorrow. Breakfast and their conversation would be first. Or rather, coffee would be first before both of those things. He always started the coffee pot before he started making breakfast so it would be ready once he was done cooking. Perhaps before, if it had been a particularly short night of sleep. He watched her slip out of the bed to go use the bathroom before trying to fall asleep again. In his own estimation, she needn’t have worried about another accident even if she had decided to forgo the bathroom trip after her small glass of water. But her peace of mind was more important to him than the semantics of how bladders potentially should or should not work. He had already begun to settle into the bed, adjusting the slightly foreign pillow under his head as he did so, by the time Autumn returned to the room. He gladly welcomed her back into the bed, willing to snuggle as close as she wanted. “And you’re the sweetest baby girl and girlfriend in the whole world. You know,” he kissed her temple as he allowed his eyes to fall shut in search of more sleep, “in case anybody asks.”
The next morning, he blinked awake to faint beams of sunlight creeping into the room and striking his face. Autumn was still asleep beside him. He couldn’t tell for sure, considering she’d angled her lower half away from him in the bed as they had fallen asleep and that much hadn’t changed, but it seemed to him that the bed was still dry. The notion of sneaking quietly out to make breakfast in bed for her struck him, but on the extremely small off-chance that she’d had another accident, he didn’t want to leave her to wake up in the bed alone. So, he settled for pressing kisses to her cheeks, knowing the light, whiskery tickle of his beard was likely to wake her.
The previous night, it had taken Autumn a while to fall back asleep, partly because of the unfamiliar guest bed, and partly because she was nervous about having another accident. Eventually, once she focused on Nick's breathing evening out into a sleeping pattern, and trying to think relaxing thoughts, she managed to join him in dreamland. In the morning, half awake, her nose crinkled, letting out a sleepy laugh as she squirmed under his beardy kisses, not even opening her eyes yet. "Daddy, stop it, you know I only mostly like your beard tickling fun places." She moved a little, turning onto her side as she opened her eyes. "Good morning. Did you sleep okay, after I accidentally woke you up in the middle of the night?" She frowned a little, having purposely worded it that way, but then tried to focus on a positive question, "If we do the laundry today, we can go back to sleep in our own bed tonight, can't we?". She gazed at him uncertainly, as if he'd have changed his mind, in his sleep, somehow, over the last few hours. "Are we still having fancy breakfast? Who wants to do which part? Do you trust me to make coffee?" She added on another layer of questions, knowing he liked to decide things for her, feeling especially timid, giving the events of the night before, "Should I get dressed before or after breakfast? Am I asking too many questions?", she laughed awkwardly.