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After dinner you had cleaned up the dishes and cleaned off the counters, before considering your job done, saving the broth in a different box than the vegetables and beef, maybe considering the ingrediants nice to go with some rice tomorrow.
"[Y/N]. I put a pillow and also bedding for you on the couch, make yourself at home." Woricks voice slightly made you jump since you never seem to hear both them coming around the corners or behind you.
You press your fingers to your lips and down in thanks to him and he gushed in seeing you use such a cute thank you, "Ah~ my [nickname]-chan seems so much more at ease. Good night Darling!~" He hugged you close, "You know [nickname]-chan you can come into my room and share.~"
Your face turned red and you became flustered almost immediately and push away from him and shake your pointer finger at him.
"Awuh, no fun." he sighed playfully and his finger came under your chin, tilting your head to kiss your forehead, "Good night [Y/N]." And with that he left as a smile rose to your lips.
You walked out of the kitchen and shut off its light, you turn to the couch and see the back of Nick's hair. He seemed nose deep in a book in his right hand, before you could really get near he looked up at you and you stopped in your tracks next to him.
He tilted his head to signify to come over to him and put his attention back in the book. You felt something bubble in your tummy as you see your new bedding in his lap.
You wave to him and get his attention quickly, but before you could sign to him he signed first with his free hand, I don't like the idea of you sleeping alone where the front door is.
You tilt your head in question and sign back, Is it that bad here?
He nodded, Sometimes. Idiots are often.
You sit next to him while you think, Where will you sleep then?
He shrugged, Either on the floor or in here on the couch. Either way I wouldn't mind.
He might've made it look like a nonchalant problem but you could see he was being very serious and it wouldn't change unless you agreed to one of them.
You can sleep on the couch, I don't mind being on the floor.
He chuckled, You're not sleeping on the floor then.
You tilt your head as he got up, Follow me.
You get up and do so as he walks downstairs, you stop at the first step and watch him descend.
You look both ways toward Woricks room door and the fireplace and gulp, trying to swallow the butterflies that seem to unsettle more in your gut and take the steps down to follow him, when it curves and shows a door you open it and it was dark in the room, you see a moving dark figure shuffling around inside and you assume its Nick. He seems to reach in a room and soon you could see aroud you.
He was standing next to a bathroom and once you could see what was around you, you then notice, this is Nick's bedroom.
This is his bedroom.
Your face went red and you put your hands in front of you shaking them side to side along with shaking your head. You quickly sign, Nick, no I can't take your room from you! I can sleep upstairs!
Then I'm sleeping on the floor upstairs and you get the couch.
You pout and sign back, why don't I just sleep on your floor in here? It has carpet.
He pursed his lips in argument, You're the guest. Sleep on my bed. I'll sleep on the couch.
You wouldn't back down, these men have been protecting and teaching you all day, the least you could do is give them the comfort they are used too.
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You lay on his bed close to the wall as he also crawled in, both your backs facing eachother.
Awkward was an understatement, but the arguement was very adament and so were you. So you pulled up the idea of sleeping in the bed together since you trusted him.
He groaned and you glanced over your shoulder to look at him, his eyes flicked to yours and you sign over your shoulder with one hand, Are you okay?
He hummed with a small nod and signed back to you as you turned to face him, Yeah, I'm just not used to this...
You tuck your lips into a thin line and sign to him, Show me some signs you know to help sleep?
His eyes seemed to bore into yours and a small sigh ran through your ears. He took your hands and you watched in fascination as he pulled and pushed your fingers into different random ways and telling you what they meant. A yawn escaped your lips quietly and he too but not so quietly as his eyes seemed to droop but his fingers still moving, just more droopily.
Soon his eyes closed and you smiled in a sleepy victory. Another yawn escaped you, your eyes threatening to close again as you watched Nicolas's and yours intwined fingers from him showing signs. You didn't pull away and instead your smile pulled a little more genuinely and this time letting your eyes close to sweet slumber.