"Monica, wake up," Tyson said, shaking her by her arm. "Wake up, Kitten."
"Don't call me Kitten," Monica muttered, pulling the blanket over her face.
"Wake up, woman," Tyson scowled, pulling the blanket away from her. She was about to lay upside down in an attempt to keep her eyes covered, when he caught hold of her arm. "Hey, careful!" He said in alarm, pulling her up to a sitting position.
"What?" She frowned at him, her eyes half way closed.
"You're not supposed to be sleeping upside down when you're pregnant," Tyson scolded. "Especially when your pregnancy is longer than most werewolves, and your baby is a hybrid."
"Sorry," she muttered, yawning.
Tyson placed his hand over her mouth, scowling at her.
"Learn some manners," he muttered.
She slapped his hand away, scowling.
