Nathan snores softly and tosses in his sleep. His arm flops across the bed as he rolls onto his stomach and he's jerked out of sleep upon realizing that there is another person in his bed.
"Pete," He groans, rubbing his eyes until he can make out the outline Peter's tiny face in the darkness. "What are you doing? It's...three a.m. Go back to your own bed."
"I can't sleep," Peter mumbles and curls his body flush against Nathan's side, wrapping his arm around his big brother's belly. "I'm too excited."
"Well you have to," Nathan yawns. "If you don't go to sleep Santa won't ever come. That's the deal."
"Okay," Peter sighs, closing his eyes as his head falls in the crook of Nathan's elbow.
"Nathan?"
"What?" Nathan snaps impatiently.
"Do you think it will snow?"
"I don't know, Pete," He sighs. "Now go to sleep. Please."
"Okay," Peter murmurs and drifts to sleep with his fingers curled around the hem of Nathan's night shirt.
Nathan wakes up five hours later and the first thing he does is peek out the curtains to find a thick blanket of white powder covering every square inch of their yard.
"Pete," he whispers, shaking Peter by the shoulder. "Hey Pete."
Peter rubs his eyes groggily and looks up at Nathan, looking confused of his surroundings for a moment, as if he forget he crawled into Nathan's bed in the middle of the night.
"Merry Christmas," Nathan says as he opens the curtains and Peter smiles.
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Wee!Boys/snow
Date: 2007-11-24 10:04 am (UTC)"Pete," He groans, rubbing his eyes until he can make out the outline Peter's tiny face in the darkness. "What are you doing? It's...three a.m. Go back to your own bed."
"I can't sleep," Peter mumbles and curls his body flush against Nathan's side, wrapping his arm around his big brother's belly. "I'm too excited."
"Well you have to," Nathan yawns. "If you don't go to sleep Santa won't ever come. That's the deal."
"Okay," Peter sighs, closing his eyes as his head falls in the crook of Nathan's elbow.
"Nathan?"
"What?" Nathan snaps impatiently.
"Do you think it will snow?"
"I don't know, Pete," He sighs. "Now go to sleep. Please."
"Okay," Peter murmurs and drifts to sleep with his fingers curled around the hem of Nathan's night shirt.
Nathan wakes up five hours later and the first thing he does is peek out the curtains to find a thick blanket of white powder covering every square inch of their yard.
"Pete," he whispers, shaking Peter by the shoulder. "Hey Pete."
Peter rubs his eyes groggily and looks up at Nathan, looking confused of his surroundings for a moment, as if he forget he crawled into Nathan's bed in the middle of the night.
"Merry Christmas," Nathan says as he opens the curtains and Peter smiles.