Your Turn- NorwayxReader

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“Lukas, come on,” you groaned when Lukas would continually ignore you as he lay on the bed with his eyes closed and facing you, so you poked his cheek again in sleepy irritation. He grunted softly in return, so you decided to poke him again, “You insufferable man, get up and off your sexy lazy ass already and go check up on our baby...”

Lukas snorted briefly in his pretend sleep, deciding to just encase you in his strong arms and buff chest to keep you from moving. He sighed as he buried his face in you neck and essentially ignored your lecturing. You frowned at your husband and the sounds of your darling child calling for you and Lukas, sleepy parents, from the nursery room.

Sleepily, you said to Lukas again, “Please Lukas, it's your turn to check on the baby...”

Lukas lifted one of his eyelids to allow his dulled blue eyes to stare blankly at you, a minuscule smirk playing up on his pale face, “Why should I, elskede (beloved one), when you could do it instead?”

You rolled your eyes at Lukas' playful banter, deciding to immediately step up Lukas' motivation towards getting out of the warm pillows, cocoon of blankets and your hot body temperature. Slowly sitting up, you slung a leg over Lukas' other side, effectively straddling him, “Because, dear, if you don't get up,” You tugged on his light blond hair almost teasingly, whispering into his ear as his eyes widened and the blush spread across his face, “You won't get a reward...”

You slowly kissed his jaws, his cheek, then pecking his lips. You rolled quickly off of Lukas when he tried to grab your face and pull you into another steamy kiss, pushing him out of bed. Lukas resisted, wanting to get another kiss from you, but you kicked him very close to his family jewels for comfort, “Lukas, just go check on the baby!”

Lukas finally got up, albeit hesitantly, “Fine, I'm up, I'm up...” he sighed, almost pouting at you, “Though, you better make it up to me when I return.” He quickly picked up his own Nordic Cross barrette, which he slides into his messed up hair.

Lukas then walked out of his shared bedroom with a small smile on his face, to the sound of your snort and indignant cry of, “I don't have to make anything up to you, Lukas!”

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You tried to get comfortable in the bed again, but you missed Lukas' body heat. You heard the sounds of Lukas and your little baby quieten down, so you attempted to fall back asleep again. Sooner or later, you heard the tell tale sounds of your bedroom door locking, so you assumed that it was done.

Yawning, you sleepily called out to Lukas, “What was wrong with the little darling? Was it another diaper change...?”

Lukas smiled softly at your endearing sleepy face, with your hair all messy, “Hm, the little skatt (treasure) was only wailing about their hair again, so I put the Nordic Cross barrette to keep the hair out of their face...” his smile almost became a grin, not that you could actually see him while you were on the bed. Lifting your head off the pillow, you glanced at your Norwegian husband leaning against the bedroom door, smiling a blank, almost deceptive smile at you.

“So,” you said slowly, “No poop?” He shook his head.

You finally nodded at your husband. You turned over on the bed, trying to find a warm spot. “Well, good night Lukas.” you yawned loudly again, never noticing Lukas striding towards your limp body, “Thank you for taking your turn anyways...EEK! Lukas!”

Lukas chuckled, having captured his prey, you, in his arms and legs, keeping one of his own legs between yours to stop you from closing them. He smirked suavely above you, “Wakey-wakey, dear {Name}...” He snorts, before grinning sexily at your wide eyes, licking the shell of your ear slowly, “You owe me, elskede, with that...stimulating wake up call you gave me... And you know,” Lukas smirks as he puts his hand under your head, his darkened blue eyes sparkling at you, “We need to start with the next baby anyways...”

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