Kyle
“Daddy! Daddy! Wake up, daddy!”
“Gideon?” I croaked, opening one eye to see if I was right. I was roused from deep slumber and was lying on my stomach when I felt cold hands drumming on my bare skin.
“Yes, Daddy! Daddy! Wake up, daddy! Didion is here.”
I heard it once more. Someone was shaking and nudging me this time. I looked up and saw it was indeed Gideon who was calling me. “Hey….buddy…” I hoarse, rubbing my eyes and palming my face, “Who’s with you?”
“Dada,” The boy answered me, straddling my back and resting flat there.
“Oh, dad?”
“Yes, son. Sorry we disturbed your sleep,” I heard my dad’s voice, “He misses his mom, and he wanted to see you. I was trying to call, though, but I couldn’t get hold of any of your numbers,” he added.
“Okay…sorry,” I grumbled, yawning l
