#Chapter71
-Fussy.
Dante POV.
Andy is acting up, he's been doing that since he woke up, I don't get what's wrong with my baby, he wasn't a fussy or a bratty one. I was worried he's getting sick, but all my trials to check his temperature ended up with him crying and hiding his face in my pillow.
/"Come here little one/" I say putting the thermometer away, but the cries continued.
/"It's away, I promise/" I say trying to get him out of the pillow.
/"Nu/" he answer from his position, after he got changed, he refused to sleep in his own bed, we always share mine, not something I'm against, except the part where his teddy would demand kisses before bed.
/"Come on Andy, don't you want snuggles? You love snuggles/" I say, it's the only thing he likes more than ice cream, to be cuddled close in my arms, we share our love to this feeling.
/"And ice cream/" he says, of course he'll want that too.
