"Dude, stop." Ricky heard someone whisper to him vaguely. "Ricky!" The voice said again, making him jolt awake slightly. He blinked and looked around. It still seemed pretty dark. What time is it?

He rubbed his eyes, yawned and looked down to see Mykailla looking up at him, though only out of the corner of her eye. "You were petting my hair.." Mykailla said quietly as she turned and snuggled deeper into his stomach. He couldn't help but smile to himself as he looked down at her. Once he caught himself, he stopped immediately.

Ricky removed his hand from her head and put his arm on the armrest. "... What time is it?" He asked Mykailla, looking over to see Chris still snoring softly.

Mykailla mumbled an answer into his stomach. He rolled his eyes, sucking in his stomach so Mykailla's face wasn't pressed against it.

"What time is it?" He asked again.

"Three thirty." Mykailla mumbled again, and Ricky let out the breath he was holding and groaned quietly, unknowingly starting to run his fingers through Mykailla's hair again. She sighed quietly, but then giggled. "What?" Ricky asked, looking down.

He removed his hand quickly. "Sorry."

"It's fine." She mumbled. "... Hey, is it me, or is it kinda cold in here?"

Ricky gave a small shrug. "I don't know.. It's a nice temperature to me, but I'm wearing a sweater, sooo.."

"Oh.. Can I ask you a question?"

"Sure."

"Would you, uh... " She mumbled the rest into his stomach.

Ricky rolled his eyes. "Stop mumbling."

Mykailla groaned and sat up, careful not to jostle Chris.. Though, he probably wouldn't have woken up, even if she accidentally kicked him. "Since it's cold," She started again quietly. "Would you, uhm, cuddle... With.. Me? Or hug me .. Or something."

Ricky raised his eyebrows, arms now stretched out and resting on the back of the couch.

Mykailla blushed a scarlet red. Did I seriously just ask that? She mentally facepalmed.

Ricky sighed after a minute. "I don't think we should cuddle.. Or hug, or whatever." He thought a second, then shrugged out of his sweater and draped it over Mykailla's shoulders. "Better?"

She nodded small, slipping her arms into the sleeves of his slightly oversized (for her, anyway.) sweater. "Yeah.." She mumbled. "Better."

Ricky felt kinda bad about rejecting her.. But before today, the longest they ever talked was when they were in a fight or Ricky needed to know where something was. He sighed quietly, reaching over and zipping up the sweater. "It should keep you pretty warm."

"Thanks." Mykailla said quietly, turning to the other side and cuddling up against Chris's side, pushing herself away from Ricky. Chris's arm instinctively wrapped around the small girl's form.

Ricky frowned slightly, watching Mykailla for a moment. He sighed quietly, shimmying around so he was leant against the armrest of the couch. He was now able to curl up into a small ball against the armrest with Mykailla no longer lying on him.

"... Goodnight, Mykailla." Ricky said softly, not expecting a reply. He fell asleep soon after.

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A/N Sorry this one is short >,<