Mackenzie’s POV
Lying next to Maxton, I stare up at the ceiling, sleep eluding me no matter what I do. I woke up in a tangle of my own clothing, and had to wrestle my way out so I could slip on my night wear, climbing back into bed, I was then wide awake again and the shadows across the ceiling thrown from the nightlight is all I have for company. My bladder decides that as I’m not going to sleep again tonight it might as well insist on being emptied, becoming more insistent as I try to convince myself I don't really need to go.
Muttering under my breath, I throw back the covers, swinging my legs over the edge of the obscenely comfy mattress and standing up. Padding quietly toward the door, I inch it open, glancing back at the small lump that is my son, curled up under the covers. Listen
