Alexander woke up to someone heavy sitting on his chest. He blinked, his eyes open, groaning a little as he groaned. “Alex! You’re awake!” He opened his eyes to see Will sitting on his chest with a broad smile and blanket in hand; his dark hair was messy, his brown eyes were crystal clear, and he was wearing the Stitch pyjamas Rosalyn had given him.
“Will, shh, your dad is sleeping,” he muttered.
“I’m not,” Micah said, and Alexander opened his eyes. He sat up, looking at him as he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes.
“Do you feel better? You shouldn’t be sat up; lie back down.”
Micah rolled his eyes. “Don’t baby me, Alexander.”
“Everyone is awake. You were the last one we were waiting for.”
“Why didn’t anyone wake me up?” he asked, sitting up as he moved Will from his chest to his lap.
