Amelia POV.
The movie night was a success. Well, it always is. All three of us and Beau snuggled down in the theatre room with blankets, pillows, our goodies and had a movie marathon. I woke up once again, sandwiched between them both. I have popcorn in my hair and is that … Jesus wept. I have a Haribo stuck to my cheek. Gross.
“Come on, rise and shine, sleepyheads.” I say as I wake the terrible two up. Beau is on his back, snoring up a storm. This dog is so lazy, all he does is sleep. Well, not today buddy boy, he is going out.
“Five more minutes. Please Lia, it’s Sunday and we need to sleep,” Roman says as he turns in his recliner chair and I chuckle at him. I look at Casey and she is drooling in her sleep. Her curly black hair is a mess but whatever, they are comfortable.
I grab my
