The soft, persistent sound of a tiny voice broke through the haze of sleep.
"Momma... Daddy... Wake up! You're late!"
Silver stirred first, groaning quietly as she burrowed deeper into the warmth that surrounded her — the steady rise and fall of Lorenzo's chest, the thick comforter cocooning them, and the lingering tenderness of the night before.
But the tiny voice refused to be ignored.
"Momma! Daddy! It's morning! You're supposed to be up!"
Silver blinked her eyes open and lifted her head groggily.
There, standing beside the bed, hands firmly placed on his hips, was Louis.
Fully dressed in a bright blue button-down shirt tucked neatly into his tiny jeans, his little feet encased in white-and-blue canvas sneakers, he looked like he was ready to conquer the world.
Except for one thing:
His cherubic face was twisted into an adorable scowl.
