Bailee’s POV
I wake up to a small hand tapping my face impatiently, ‘Mommy, I want pancakes’ Travis whines as I try to prise open my eyes to look up at him.
‘OK honey’ I mutter groggily, ‘Mommy’s getting up now, is Payton awake?’
I hear the rustling of the bed clovers before the thud of my son’s feet hitting the floor and padding around the bed.
I roll to my side and open my eyes just in time to watch Travis lean over the bassinet and his thumb to lift one of his sister’s eyelids.
My daughter’s eyes fly open seconds before a loud, angry wail fills the room.
‘She’s awake Mommy’ my son announces with a shrug and heads back to his side of the bed to grab his slippers and put them on.
‘I’m coming Payton’ I sigh, throwing back the covers and sitting up, reaching for the crying infant and
