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?"