"Stop, Tyler," Josh said as his husband kept trying to get snuggles from him.

Tyler pouted.

"You always get like this after we fight," Josh said.

"Because I love you and I want to make up with you," Tyler replied.

"Just let me be mad."

"I don't like it when you're mad at me," Tyler pouted. "I like it when you snuggle and kiss me and run your fingers through my hair."

Josh turned on his other side so he was facing away from Tyler.

"Fine," Tyler said quietly. He leaned forward and kissed Josh's cheek. "I love you," he said before getting up and leaving the room.

***

Three hours later, Josh couldn't sleep.

He got up and went to the living room to see Tyler asleep on the couch. He sighed, softly shaking him awake.

"Wake up, baby," he said softly as he saw Tyler open his eyes. "C'mon. Let's go to our room."

Tyler nodded sleepily, following Josh to their bedroom.

They crawled into bed, the sleepy boy smiling as he felt Josh wrap his arms around him.

"I'm still mad at you," Josh mumbled against the back of his neck. "I just... I got cold."

Tyler smiled, shaking his head. "You felt bad that I was upset so you came and got me to snuggle with you because you can't sleep without my snuggles."

"No," Josh said.

"Okay then," Tyler said, starting to get out of bed.

"No, stay here," Josh pouted, pulling Tyler back down into his arms.

Tyler giggled, rolling his eyes. "You could never stay mad at me."