I was woken up the next morning by little fingers poking my face. My eyes snapped open and then quickly shut from the harsh light. After a moment I opened them again.
Once they adjusted to the light I saw my son standing next to me, staring down at me. I'm still on the couch with Epperly still laying on top of me, sprawled out and asleep.
"Good morning buddy." I whispered to my son.
"Morning." He whispered back.
I looked down at Epperly then back to our kid.
"Should I take Mommy to bed and make us breakfast?" I asked him.
Tate beamed at me and nodded his little head enthusiastically his blonde hair hanging in his eyes. I smiled back and then wrapped my arms around my mate. Carefully I stood up with her in my arms.
Epperly mumbled a bit but otherwise stayed asleep. She wrapped hers
