Regressed Matthew.
Not proof read.
"How are you sleeping baby?" Chris asked as he ran his hand through Matthew's messy, as-ever, bed head.
Matthew groaned as he nuzzled back into Chris's touch, desperate for more.
"You didn't go to sleep until late last night bubs and now it's 3pm." Chris sighed, pulling his hand away.
Nick barged in, cold spray bottle in hand, "get up or I'm spraying your ass." Nick laughed, his threat falling flat as laid the spray bottle down on the bedside table.
"Nick what in the world?" Chris chuckled, patting Nick on the arm.
"I thought the threat would make him jump up-?" Nick responded.
As the two stared away from the bed, looking around the room, trying to think of ways to convince the smaller out of the bed they were disrupted from their thoughts.
Matthew bursted out giggling from behind them, a smile plastered on his face as he held the blanket up to his chin.
"What?"
"What's so funny??" They asked in unison, hoping to figure out what woke him so fast.
"Dada-" he continued to giggle, unable to catch his breath, "silly!" He finished.
Chris chuckled, leaning his head onto Nick's shoulder, "He thinks you're funny!"
"Was the spray bottle that bad of an idea??" He asked, embarrassed, "dear god what am I going to do with you two."