Room 507, Early Saturday Afternoon

It was perhaps a bit later than planned for an awakening, but Ronan was decidedly comfortable where he was: in his bed, with a warm body beside him.

A warm body that had kept him up rather late the evening before.

Still, he was starting to stir; there seemed to be a knocking at his dorm room door.

[For the other occupant of the bed. And the kidlet. ... And also for any of the other assorted kidlets and/or baby-mommas.]