After a well-earned night’s sleep, Sniff awoke early, as he often did, sandwiched between his baker and his princess. Ovens to his right, and Twilight to his left. Both were cuddled up with their muzzles laying over his shoulders and hoof over his chest, holding each other’s hooves under the covers.
 
It was a Hallmark moment…. if Hallmark did porn. Though odds are the Internet probably already did that, but that was moot.
 
For a moment, it all felt familiar. Like the end of another wild weekend, but the holding of hooves made it quite different. Different in a way he never had to deal with before.
 
They were holding onto each other as much as they were holding onto him. The particulars weren’t so discreetly hidden, nor did they make themselves visible like a poisonous snake with bright colors or an alarm with flashing lights. It was carelessly left out in the open, probably unintentional, but with no fear of being discovered as they slept.
 
Again, it was that together, they were holding into him, not merely holding him.
 
Women he had been with before had held him throughout the nights they shared. However, those women were holding onto the moment, a memory, another opportunity, the comforts he brought… but never him. What he offered, what they took, was only what he gave them, and it was never what these two he was with now were afraid of losing.
 
He suppressed a yawn, not wanting to wake them. Not when there was so much to over analyze, like the holding of hooves and how he was projecting his fears onto the two ladies he felt like he didn’t deserve… or was this where he really fit in?
 
There was so much he still had to think about.