#you sleeping alone in the big bed while big ol’ price is squished between two kids on the sofa is actually hilarious

[angel5ofp0rn]

♡ part four ♡

ExHusband!Price x f!reader

*have NOT proofread (what’s new?)

You've spent a good part of your night tossing and turning, feeling as if your bed is suddenly too big for you. Too empty.

You really shouldn't.

But you can't sleep, and he's right downstairs...

John insisted on the king for the two of you, when you were together. You sleeping alone in it suddenly felt so wrong.

Maybe it was stupid to ask that John sleeps on the couch tonight.

He's only staying one more night, anyway.

You've already fucked, anyway.

But you thought it would help you clear your head; now you're awake at 3am because you can't stop thinking about him.

You switch on the lamp that sits on your nightstand and throw the covers off of yourself.

This is dumb. You should talk yourself out of it.

Instead, you go into the washroom and brush your teeth.

Then brush your hair.

You change into a cuter pair of pajamas, and then you quietly head downstairs into the living room that’s being dimly lit by the tv still playing whatever random documentary he was watching, now on mute.

"John-" You stop in your tracks.

The kids beat you to it.

John's asleep on his back with both children sleeping soundly on top of him. The youngest with her arm slung around John's neck, the oldest with his arm hugging John's middle.

You can't even be upset. Look how cute they are.

You lean down and place a kiss on both of their heads and return back upstairs to your bed.

The moment you left the room, John’s eyes opened.

He heard you moving around upstairs. He heard you call out his name. He knew exactly what you wanted.

John sat up slowly, careful not to wake the children. He carried them easily, one in each arm, up to their respective beds.

Once they were tucked in, John made his way down the hall to your bedroom.

He slowly pushed the door open just enough to peek in at you, lying on his side of the bed.

Er— what was his side of the bed.

You looked so small lying there. So lonely.

“Love?” He whispered, signature John Price smirk on his lips.

To his disappointment, you were already asleep.

John sighed as he stepped further into the room, brushing your hair away from your face and placing a kiss to your temple.

The moment he softly closed your door, your eyes opened.

Of course you weren’t asleep. You just knew that it wasn’t a good idea.

You’re just feeling lonely.

You’re just caught up in it all.

John being back at home, taking care of the kids, sneaking kisses, the sex—

John was your ex-husband for a reason.

Right?

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