Christian came into the living room rubbing his eyes and fell onto my lap. “My eyes are still asleep,” he mumbled and curled into a ball. My arms went around him instinctively and he smiled sleepily.
“Time for you to get dressed and have breakfast, little man.” Christian didn’t budge but I felt his hands fist my t-shirt.
After a little while, I picked him up and we went upstairs. I helped him get dressed and sat with him in the bathroom while he talked non-stop and brushed his teeth at the same time. I could only smile at him.
We all sat down in the dining room and everybody had breakfast while I had more coffee. Christian had seated himself on my right and was wolfing down sausages like there was no tomorrow.
“When are we going home?” he asked and I looked at Malachi.
“A few more day
