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Definitely canon. And now that Dream can feel the baby kicking he's going to do everything he can to make it happen again (again again again again again again again)
Except late at night, when Dream will gently tell the baby to stop kicking so daddy can get some sleep
Dream was already halfway to dreamland, his body sinking into the mattress like a happy, exhausted marshmallow. His breathing was slow, steady, peaceful. Finally, after a long day, he was getting some much-needed rest.
Or at least he had planned to, until—
“Dream,” George whispered. Then, louder, “Dream!”
Dream groaned dramatically. “George, no. No talking. Sleep now.”
George huffed. “Your baby is kicking me.”
Dream peeled one eye open. “Oh, my baby, huh?”
“Yes,” George said, rubbing his belly indignantly. “Because when my baby loves me, they don't attack me from the inside.”
Dream, still mostly asleep, rolled over and placed a warm hand over George’s stomach. “Hey, little one,” he murmured, his voice thick with sleep. “I love how strong your kicks are. Seriously. You’re gonna be so good at football one day. We’ll practice together, I’ll teach you all the tricks—”
George let out a half-annoyed, half-affectionate sigh, but Dream wasn’t done.
“—but right now,” Dream continued in the softest, most coaxing tone, “I need you to chill out, so your dad can get some sleep. Please? Just for tonight?”
George narrowed his eyes at Dream. “They can’t possibly understand you just yet.”
Dream cracked a smug smile without even opening his eyes. “Oh, really? Then why did they stop kicking?”
George scowled. He wanted to argue. He wanted to insist that it was pure coincidence. But the way Dream looked so proud of himself? It was just too cute.
“Shut up,” George muttered, turning onto his side.
Dream chuckled sleepily, already dozing off again. “Goodnight, our baby.”
George grumbled, but the small, secret smile on his face said otherwise.