That morning.
"C-Can't… breathe!! C-Can't… breathhhh!!!" Javier squeaked, his voice muffled as he squirmed helplessly.
Inside his mind:
This isn't Liana or Gloria!!
How do I know!?
Because both of them were right in front of him—
Sitting upright on the bed.
Wearing identical mischievous smirks.
Arms folded.
Watching.
Judging.
"L-Liana! Gloria! Help me!!" he tried to cry out, but all that escaped his lips was a weak wheeze.
"Mmm~ honey bun… don't move~" came the dreamy, loving whisper from behind.
"Eeeeeekkkk!! MAMA!! MAMAAAAAAA!!"
Fransesca, eyes still half-lidded in sleep but arms locked in a death-hug, nuzzled closer.
"My~ you're warm and squishy~ Mama's best pillow~"
"Mamaaaa!! I'm gonna diiiiiie!!"
Liana sighed, already reaching for Javier's towel. "Should we save him now or wait another five minutes?"
Gloria adjusted her glasses. "Let's wait. He's probably learning an important survival lesson."
"Mamaaaa—!"
Squish.
"Ngikkkk!!"
Gloria smiled warmly.
