I smacked him lightly. He continued to snore.
"Jasper!" I hissed. I cursed under my breath.
He had gone to bed laying on the blankets and now they had gathered up under his ass. I couldn't pull them out, because every time I tried, he'd roll over, mumble in his sleep and proceed to smack me in the face with his arm.
I didn't know if it was just me or if it was cold, but it felt really cold to me. If it was, it couldn't be good for the babies.
I groaned, sat up, and picked up my pillow.
I looked at the 'sleeping beauty' that laid on the pillow next to me. His blonde hair was lightly splayed over his face, but he wouldn't stop snoring, or get the blankets out from under his ass. So I did the only solution I could think of.
I started smacking him with my pillow.
"Jasper," smack, "wake," smack, "up," smack, "please!"
He groaned, but after more smacking with my pillow, he opened his eyes.
"I'm cold, and you have your ass on my blanket."
He rolled over and threw my favorite purple blanket at me.
"Thank you?" I muttered. I put my pillow back down and snuggled under the blanket.
I felt a pair of arms wrap around my waist. "I'm sorry." he whispered, his nose gently touching my neck.
I smiled, and fell asleep.