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Spralbert: Time for Bed

Spot was sitting on the sofa in the apartment he shared with Albert and Race. Race was laying across his lap with a futile attempt to kick Albert off the furniture to have Spot's warmth to himself. The two weren't asleep quite yet, but the soft noises from the whale documentary that Spot had practically forced them to watch didn't quite help their tired eyes stay open.

Spot looked down at Race and Albert, a hand tangled in each man's hair. "Are you sleepy?" he asked them, giving his husbands kisses on the forehead, the same way he would ask their daughter if she was ready for bed.

"No. I'm just resting my eyes. I have to get back to work in a bit." Albert yawned and Race nodded.

Race was silent, staring at the ceiling to keep himself awake. He didn't want to lose a single moment with Spot and Albert by sleeping. Instead, he just shook his head, blinking slowly.

As the documentary ended, Race was curled into a tight ball and Spot grinned. He knew that Race would be the first one asleep. If it wasn't Race, then it was Spot, but sleep didn't come easy to Spot when he could admire the two men in his lap forever.

Albert was close to dozing off himself but shook his head to keep himself awake so Spot could have some company. He looked at Race and smiled before glancing at Spot. His work didn't seem very important at the moment, but he knew that would change. Spot just continued to play with his soft, red hair and try to lull him to sleep.

Spot was silently thanking Race's mom, the one and only Medda Larkin, for talking Race into letting Clara and Jackson stay with her for the night. The trio needed the night to be husbands instead of focusing on the fatherly duties that made it impossible for them to spend their waking moments together. He looked at his husbands and realized how incredibly lucky he was to have them in his life, and he couldn't imagine any better men to call his own.

Halfway through a random chimpanzee documentary, Spot got out of his head and saw Race and Albert clinging onto him while asleep. He chuckled at the drool hanging from Albert's mouth like it would whenever he fell asleep. He made a note to give Race a haircut, his blond curls falling into his eyes and catching on his long, beautiful eyelashes. In that moment, Spot realized truly how much he loved those crazy middle school boys that he had met all those years ago.

Spot carefully lifted both of them up, letting them cling onto him like two koalas. "Time for bed, Sleepyheads. I've got you. You're alright." he whispered as Race started to stir.

After finally making it upstairs without any casualties, he placed the two in the bed, pulling the covers over them and giving both of them a kiss on the cheek. "Goodnight, my Loves. Sweet dreams."

With that, he settled between the two and stayed up until the sun started peeking through the curtains, admiring the men he was lucky to call his.