#sharing blankets

Carefully, he toed his shoes off and double checked that the door was locked up before putting his keys in his jacket, which used to belong to Angela before she put it on him with the demand that he wear it whenever he left the house. Carefully, he hung it up beside the other jackets, specifically Angela's as she told him was required, and recognized Dallas' jacket next to Tim's with a fond smile.

Ponyboy had no doubt that Dallas' jacket was covering Curly's; the two had an on-going back and forth on who's was actually supposed to be next to Tim's simply for the principal of the matter of space. It only started after Angela demanded Ponyboy's be next to her's, which displaced Curly's jacket.

Ponyboy turned and walked through the living room and towards the bedrooms, his steps light as he moved through the hall to one of the bedrooms. He knocked lightly, knowing that she was most definitely awake. He seemed to be the only one that knew how hard sleeping had been for her recently.

"Open." Her voice was soft as she called Ponyboy in—he was the only one that really knocked. He slipped inside the room, eyes landing on Angela as she sat at her desk, dressed in her pajamas but looking like she had made no move to crawl into bed. She had tired eyes and a journal in front of her.

From a glance, it looked like she was pricing things they would need for the baby and adding everything up. Ponyboy recognized it from doing it himself, and listening to his oldest brother go on about how he needed to get his own job to pay for it, because Darry wasn't helping. Sodapop tried to soften it with his own words, 'there were just too many expenses right now', it had not helped much.

"Come on, Angela, let's lay down." Ponyboy offered, brushing her hair out of her face with his hands. They might not have been actually dating, but it had become their shared habit to act like they were, even while alone. Angela sighed through her nose as her eyes closed briefly. She looked more tired than she had all week.

"Fine." Angela sighed, shutting the journal with a definite slap of the cover, her pen sitting beside it carefully. Ponyboy backed away as she stood up. Angela stretched with a sigh in relief when her back popped before leading Ponyboy towards her bed with a quick jerk of her head.

They climbed in together, with Ponyboy wrapping the blankets around them so that they would be warm. Angela curled up against his chest with a soft sigh. She claimed that she slept better with Ponyboy just in the room, but Ponyboy noticed it seemed true whenever his arms were wrapped around her.

There may not have been any actual love between them, at least not romantic love, but there was fondness and some sort of love there. Ponyboy settled himself, making sure that Angela actually fell asleep like she pretended to.

Ponyboy jerked awake as Angela tore herself up and out of bed. It took a moment for Ponyboy to figure out what happened before he was shoving himself up and out of bed to chase after her. She was running towards the bathroom with a hand over her mouth. Ponyboy could reasonably assume that Morning Sickness had reared itself again.

Ponyboy dropped to his knees beside Angela, pulling her hair back and out of her face as she gagged violently into the toilet bowl.

"Sorry-" Angela was caught off as she gagged again. Ponyboy held her hair with one hand while rubbing her back with the other. Her hands were gripped tightly onto the sides of the toilet, and she was heaving in breaths in-between gags.

"Don't be sorry, Angie," Ponyboy murmured. He was blinking tiredly but he was slowly waking up from the cold of the bathroom floor. "You're okay," Ponyboy assured her. Angela gave him a very brief smile before she was throwing up.

"Angel okay?" Ponyboy flinched, tensing up and turning towards the doorway where Curly was leaning against the doorframe, rubbing an eye tiredly and a blanket wrapped around his shoulders.

"Sí, estoy bien." Angela uttered back once she got her breath back. Angela took a deep breath before sighing in relief. She leaned back, her hands letting go of the toilet bowl and wrapping around her stomach. Ponyboy rubbed her shoulder comfortingly as he let go of her hair.

"Here," Ponyboy flinched again, turning and finding that Tim had woken up too. He had a glass of water held out and Ponyboy reached over to grab it before handing it to Angela who sighed a bit. Whether in relief or exhaustion, Ponyboy didn't know. She took the glass gingerly, taking a small sip and swishing it around before spitting it into the toilet before taking a proper drink.

"I'm goin' back ta bed if Angel is okay." Curly uttered, pushing off the doorframe and assumedly making his way back to his own room. Angel huffed with a fond smile as Tim nudged Ponyboy into moving closer towards the door so he could check on Angela himself.

"I got her, Ponyboy. You go get some more sleep." Tim encouraged, but Ponyboy stayed where he was. Tim had a fond smile on his face, so maybe he expected that. Angela was also smiling a bit as she caught sight of Ponyboy still sitting there.

"¿Cómo te sientes realmente, Ángel?" Tim murmured, crouched low beside Angela, rubbing her back soothingly as she moved her hair to over one shoulder.

"Me siento bien, lo prometo." Angela sighed, though one arm was still wrapped around her baby bump. "Tú y Ponyboy se preocupan demasiado." She added as she against her brother, tiredly.

"Nos preocupamos porque nos importas, Ángel." Tim pressed a kiss to her temple, which seemed to help a little bit as Angela smiled at her brother with a more genuine expression. "Now, let's get you both back to bed." Tim gave a pointed look to Ponyboy, who had really only caught small bits of the conversation held between the siblings. Ponyboy smiled innocently at Tim, fighting back a yawn just to make a point.

Tim gave him another look before turning and helping Angela to her feet.

Ponyboy kept his innocent smile as he pushed himself up, flinching slightly when his head spun and Tim grabbed his arm to steady him. Ponyboy blinked at Tim who was staring at him with an expression of observation. Ponyboy offered a weaker smile.

"Back to bed, both of you." Tim uttered, letting Ponyboy get away with the dizziness that had over come him. Ponyboy moved out of the bathroom, letting Tim take the lead as he guided Angela back to her room. Or, at least, down most of the hall before motioning for Ponyboy to take his place in a subtle way. "Buenas noches," Tim uttered quietly to Angela, before resting a hand on Ponyboy's shoulder, "Night, kid." Tim gave him a smirk as Ponyboy scowled lightly.

"Night Tim," Ponyboy offered anyways, despite his annoyance for the term used.

"Buenas noches… hermano mayor." Angela yawned between her words, and Tim ruffled her hair before making his way back to his own room. Very faintly, Ponyboy could hear Dallas asking if Angela was okay.

Ponyboy shut the door to Angela's room behind him while Angela made a beeline towards the bed. She crawled in and sighed in relief before discomfort took over. She sat up and looked around the room with a faint frown.

"Wha'chu need?" Ponyboy asked, eyes watching Angela carefully.

"I'm cold." Was her response. Ponyboy hummed before going to the dresser and digging in the top drawer for one of his sweatshirts. He walked back to the bed and handed it over, Angela smiling thankfully as she pulled it on.

They laid down together, Angela was quick to move closer and rest her head on his chest. Ponyboy wrapped his arms around her once again.

"Thank you, Pony." Angela murmured, and Ponyboy hummed in acknolwedgement.

"Of course." Ponyboy responded. "Get some sleep, Angel." Angela hummed in response before she sighed and relaxed. They uttered their good nights quietly as they settled to sleep.

               Kalim watched him for a moment. The slow pulsing of his blue hair seemed to be in time with his breaths. Mesmerised, Kalim reached out to stroke the hair. As always, it was warmer than it looked. He didn’t quite know why exactly Idia’s hair seemed to give off a warmth all its own, but it was just another thing he loved about his boyfriend. He combed his fingers through the hair, twisting some of it around them and then releasing it. He raised some of it to his face and rubbed it against his cheek. It was so soft, though Kalim wasn’t sure how. Idia was not one to spend hours upon hours on hair care. He gently kissed the strands of hair before letting them fall back to the pillow.

               Another shiver wracked through Kalim’s body, and he remembered why he woke in the first place. A glance down told him what caused his problem. There were no blankets on him. None. The quilt, the sheets, and even the little throw blankets, were all tangled around Idia’s slumbering form. He sighed fondly and shook his head.

               Slowly, so as not to wake Idia, Kalim reached over and tried to pull some of the bedding back for himself. It wouldn’t budge. It seemed everything was tightly wrapped around Idia, as if he were a human burrito.

               Kalim tried to gently pry at least some corner of a blanket out from the tangled bundle, to no avail. He bit his bottom lip and inched closer to Idia. He reached out and just barely placed his hands on his boyfriend.

               Idia flinched immediately. He blinked open bleary eyes and half turned. “Mmm?” he mumbled sleepily. “…Kalim…?”

               “Hey,” Kalim replied softly. He couldn’t help but smile. Idia was like a sleepy cat. He stroked his boyfriend’s cheek reassuringly. Idia leaned into the touch slightly. “Sorry, didn’t want to wake you. I just got a little cold. You have all the blankets. Can you give me some?”

               Idia tried to scramble out of the blankets, still half-asleep. “S-sorry,” he whispered hastily. “Lemme just…”

               “No, it’s ok, let me…” Kalim tried to reassure him while also helping unwrap all the blankets from around him.

               Neither one of them realized how close to the edge of the bed they were.

               Idia tried to turn and face Kalim, to allow some of the blankets out from under him. He was right there one second, and the next he was gone. A thud, followed by a soft “oof” left Kalim blinking at the empty space where his boyfriend had been. After a second, his tired brain kickstarted and he leaned over the edge of the bed.

               “Are you alright?” Kalim asked.

               Idia sighed. His usually pale cheeks looked dark, even in the soft blue light of his hair, and Kalim realized he was blushing. “…I feel like an idiot,” Idia muttered. “But I’m ok.” He groaned and crawled out of the heap of blankets. He scooped them up and tossed them up onto the bed. The warm quilt hit Kalim in the face. It smelled intoxicatingly like Idia’s shower gel. Kalim let it rest on his face a second longer than necessary before he pulled it off and tried to rearrange the blankets.

               The mattress dipped as Idia crawled back into bed. He wriggled his way under the quilt as Kalim finished straightening it up.

               “Better?” Idia mumbled as Kalim burrowed under the blankets.

               Kalim smiled at him, though he wasn’t sure how well Idia would see him in the dark. After all, it wasn’t like Kalim was the one with glowing hair. “Better,” he confirmed. He wiggled his toes.

               “Good,” Idia yawned and started to roll over.

               A thought came to Kalim. An idea on how he could make this even better. “Wait,” he murmured. Idia paused, still half facing Kalim. Kalim scooted closer, right into Idia’s space. He heard Idia’s breath hitch slightly as he snuggled up to him. Between the body heat, the blankets, and the warmth of Idia’s hair, it was like stretching out in a patch of sunlight. Kalim grinned up at his boyfriend. “Now, it’s better.”

               Idia grumbled something Kalim couldn’t quite hear, and he was pointedly looking away, but from the darkening of his cheeks and the light pink flaring at the tips of his hair, Kalim could tell he wasn’t truly upset. Kalim hummed and rested his head on Idia’s chest. He wrapped an arm around his boyfriend’s waist and closed his eyes. He could hear the steady thump of Idia’s heart and the gentle whoosh of his breathing. He could still smell the shower gel; a clean and fresh scent with a little bit of mint.

               “Goodnight, Idia.” Kalim yawned after he spoke. Sleep was already wrapping its shadowy tendrils around him and dragging him away from consciousness.