LEONARD
Max didn't stay away for so long. After Camilla made him drink the orange juice, he began yawning not too long after and eventually fell back to sleep. “Kids are too fragile,” I murmured, watching how carefully Camilla was handling him.
“In no time he will be coming home covered in dents,” Camilla replied, finishing tucking him in. She then walked to where I sat on the couch and sank next to me. “I could use some sleep too.” She whispered. From her features, she too looked tired. Truthfully, I was as well, but it's the idea of separating from her that I didn't like. I knew by the end of the night, each of us will sleep in our respective beds, but that didn't stop me from wanting to be with her a little longer. It would be weird of me to ask her to move into my bed. Not because I
