WHO: Gabriel & Noah Gray WHAT: Noah's hungry. And bored. Never a good combination for a four-year-old. WHEN: The morning after Noah's arrival. WHERE: It starts at their place but there's no telling from there. RATING: Completely Child-Safe STATUS: COMPLETE
"Dad."
The voice was soft, barely a whisper, although it came accompanied with a slight poke in the shoulder. When that yielded no immediate result, Noah sighed softly and pressed his palm into his father's chest. "Dad!"
This time his voice held a bit more 'oomph', the impatience sounding loud and clear. He'd already been awake for at least half an hour, courtesy of needing to go to the bathroom and excitement once he was awake that prevented him from falling back asleep. However, after exploring the parts of his new home that he didn't think his dad would mind him snooping around in, the boy was now bored, and starting to get hungry. So clearly, it was time for his father to wake up.
Unfortunately, he realized with a frown as he peered into Gabriel's sleeping face - their noses mere inches apart and his breath a warm puff of air that tickled Noah's cheeks - his father clearly didn't think he needed to wake up. Which just meant that Noah naturally needed to try harder.
"Da-ad, wake up!" He dragged the name out this time, carefully toeing the line between whining and speaking like a big boy. This time, however, he gave a hard shake of Gabriel's shoulder too, not even missing a beat as he added firmly, "C'mon, the sun's already up, it's time to get up too!"
If that didn't work, Noah was going to try leaping on his chest next. He was quickly running out of ideas and the day was getting later (it was almost seven, after all) with each passing minute.