I manage to grab a quick nap on the couch. I’m not sure how long I’m out, but Tyler wakes me by climbing onto me to watch TV. I’m on my side, one arm pinned under me and the other under Tyler’s legs like a makeshift seat. His back is against the sofa cushions, and he’s perched on my hip like a king on his throne. When he sees my eye open, he giggles into the remote control he holds with both hands.
“Someone’s in a better mood,” I say groggily. I yawn and stretch, rolling onto my back beneath Tyler’s small weight and earning myself more giggles in the process. When he’s sitting on my stomach, I cross my hands behind my head and grin at him. “Did you get a nap?”
He gives me a devilish smile and shakes his head, but the gleam in his eye tells me he’s well-rested. Half-turning to glance at t
