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napnap

dream smiles to himself as heavy footsteps come rumbling down the stairs.

some times he contemplates scolding sapnap for stomping as he does because it can't be good for their flooring, but it's so very sapnap, and telling him off would be like stealing a margin of his personality.

"sapnap is so heavy-footed," he mumbles, just loud enough for george to hear, and the brit scoffs in agreement.

"why did i come downstairs?" sapnap shouts from the lounge.

dream turns back to look over his shoulder. he glances through the arched doorway to where sapnap is standing, hands on his hips as he glances around the room to try and remember why he'd come down.

"i don't know," dream answers, "but lunch is nearly ready."

sapnap nods once, humming to himself. "maybe i was hungry," he mumbles, turning to make his way into the kitchen.

"what do you want in your sandwich, sapnap?" dream asks.

"na'nap!"

dream's head whips back so quickly that he thinks he's going to have motion sickness, and he's unsurprised to find the other two men also staring wide-eyed at the baby.

"did she just say my name?" sapnap gasps.

dream nods wordlessly. he watches as sapnap glances over to george - but george has already hopped off the counter and walked over to rosie, so whatever sapnap was looking for in the brit he doesn't find it.

"rosie," george says, smiling as he bends down to her level, "say that again."

she smiles back at him, reaching her little hands out to grab at his shirt. he lets her play with it.

dream is quick to pull his phone out.

"say sapnap," the brit encourages, reaching up to brush her thin hair away from her face. "sap-nap," he enunciates.

"na'nap!" she babbles back, smiling cluelessly when george cheers excitedly.

dream is still recording when george looks back at him with a grin, and he nods happily back. george turns back around to the baby and says, "now say dad!"

she holds her arms out, gesturing to be picked up.

"say dada, daddy, da," he tells her, "da-ddy! can you say that baby?"

"napnap!"

sapnap laughs proudly and george turns back with an eye roll.

"i think that's all we're going to get out of her," dream laughs along, ending the video and pocketing his phone before turning back to the food again. "i hope she doesn't get obsessed with saying it."

"why not? you jealous 'cause i'm her favourite?" sapnap jeers playfully, rounding the counter towards dream so he can poke at the blonde's ribs. "are you mad, huh? you wanna be the favourite but napnap wins? you gonna cry?"

dream turns back quickly, his hands gravitating immediately to sapnap's waist where he's quick to start tickling.

sapnap fights back, grabbing dream's wrists to try and hold him away. admittedly, he defends himself better than george does, but he still isn't a match for dream, especially not since the blond started getting back into using their gym.

he wrestles sapnap to be facing the other day, still stuck in his grip, and attacks the ravenette's sides.

unlike george, sapnap doesn't waste any energy trying to beg dream to set him free. instead, he just keeps fighting and kicking and wiggling to escape.

dream eventually lets him go.

sapnap steps away, still catching his breath, and says, "you shit."

"don't swear in front of rosie," george scolds immediately, glaring at sapnap from across the kitchen.

"oh, sorry, i forgot," he apologises genuinely, "i won't do it again." he looks back at dream, pointing an accusatory finger and mumbling, "you poop."

dream scoffs out a laugh, shaking his head. "yeah, yeah," he mumbles. "george, what do you want in your sandwich?"

"just ham please," he answers, "and can i have some water?"

"yeah, of course," dream nods, going to get the brit a drink.

sapnap wordlessly takes a seat at the island.

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