Rick woke up in the middle of the night and instinctively looked at the mess of blankets covering you on the other side of the small bed.

While you were deep in slumber, you must've taken all the blankets. He quickly took back what was his and laid on his side once more. He had a show later that day and could use all the rest.

This silent battle over the blankets carried on the rest of the night and well into morning. One would wake up and take back their share, and an hour later the other would fight back.

Rick must've fallen into a deep sleep because he found himself no longer fighting for his blankets. One of his bandmates woke him up with a slap to the shoulder.

"Hey Rick, rehearsal's in an hour." He said nicely. Ricky quickly got out of bed and rushed around the hotel room to get ready and take a shower.

You tried to ignore the sounds but it was hard, so, you got up too.

You brushed your teeth and made yourself look semi-presentable. Rick got out of the shower with a robe tied around him and looked over at you.

"Good morning, blanket hog."

"Good morning," you grumbled. You were still tired and you knew why.

"What's got you in a mood? You got the warm blankets all to yourself." You knew he was joking. He had a wonderful sense of humor and your little blanket battle gave him fresh joke content for weeks.

"If you must know Mr. Nelson, I am sleeping for two." You said nonchalantly.

"Sleeping for two?" His eyes widened, and it made you excited.

"We're gonna have a baby!" He laughed while carrying you around the room.

"You could have all the blankets you want." He kissed your lips sweetly.