Storm was not entirely coherent to the terrible noise that woke her at first. It vaguely sounded like singing but with no tone perception or musicality at all. Storm made a noise of complete displeasure as she rolled over, burying her face into Memphis's chest and pulling the blanket up to just under her chin. Why was someone singing so early in the morning? She attempted to ignore the noise as it grew softer going down the hall but it was only a matter of minutes before it returned. Was that President Hardy... Singing terrible Christmas songs? She whined again as she blinked open her eyes.
It took her a moment to remember they were at the white house, spending Christmas with Memphis's family. Storm made an effort to snuggle more into bed and into her boyfriend's side. She did not want to get up yet and besides, it was cold out of the blankets and away from the heat Memphis just natural put off. It was especially cold since Storm refused to wear warmer PJs. She moved just enough to wrap her arm around Memphis's waist.
"Baby. Why is your dad singing at us?" She whined, "I mean I think that is what he is doing." She could hear him little ways down the hall sassing Romeo and London to get up. "Is this what it is like to have children?" she asked him as she finally rolled over to sit up in bed. At least when he came back, he would be pleased that some sort of movement had happened?