Sleep, Tears, and Royal Jewels ( 647 )

That morning.

"C-Can't… breathe!! C-Can't… breathhhh!!!" Javier squeaked, his voice muffled as he squirmed helplessly.

Inside his mind:

This isn't Liana or Gloria!!

How do I know!?

Because both of them were right in front of him—

Sitting upright on the bed.

Wearing identical mischievous smirks.

Arms folded.

Watching.

Judging.

"L-Liana! Gloria! Help me!!" he tried to cry out, but all that escaped his lips was a weak wheeze.

"Mmm~ honey bun… don't move~" came the dreamy, loving whisper from behind.

"Eeeeeekkkk!! MAMA!! MAMAAAAAAA!!"

Fransesca, eyes still half-lidded in sleep but arms locked in a death-hug, nuzzled closer.

"My~ you're warm and squishy~ Mama's best pillow~"

"Mamaaaa!! I'm gonna diiiiiie!!"

Liana sighed, already reaching for Javier's towel. "Should we save him now or wait another five minutes?"