I woke up the next morning held tight by joe. I sigh and try to get out of bed, but the more I move, the harder he holds me. I let out a frustrated sigh and try to move again; he chuckles deep and husky. Where are you going, little one? I say, well, I need to pee and check on Eric. He lets me go but says Eric is already being tended to by the nanny. All I can say is, oh. I get up and run to the bathroom and do my business and quickly brush my teeth; when I come out, there is a huge breakfast laid out on the bed. I look at joe and ask, what’s this for? He laughs and says, surprises his eyes twinkling with trouble. I go back to bed and sit at the end of it. Joe gets up and comes over to me and picks me up, and carries me back to the bed; I let out a little scream from the shock of him always
