Waking up the next morning, I grab Thaddeus from his crib. Tobias is still snoring like a chainsaw and is probably the reason Thaddeus has woken. I seriously don’t understand how Theo hasn’t smothered him in his sleep. Most of the time I don’t notice, but now we have a kid, his snoring is annoying when it wakes the baby.
Grabbing my pillow, I lob it at him, and he darts upright. “What?” He says, looking around the room.
“You woke him again. Seriously Tobias, you might need to sleep outside. It is getting ridiculous,” I tell him.
“Doesn’t affect my sleep,” he says, yawning and stretching.
The smell of bacon wafts through the house and my belly rumbles. Walking down the stairs, I hear the radio playing and can hear Theo rummaging around the kitchen. As soon as I walk in, Theo greets u
