Avery’s POV
I am woken by the soft sounds of two little voices I recognize. Keeping my eyes closed to the world, I listen trying to see if these little buggers are going to let me sleep more or not.
“Mum will be mad if we wake him,” the first says.
“But, I want him to play bricks,” whines the other.
“Me too, that is why we have to make it look like it wasn’t us,” says the first, that I now is the voice of the older of the two, Maxwell. That little bugger. I have a hard time not laughing at these two cheeky ones.
“Alright, what do we do Max?”
“We have to find his phone and set the alarm, that will wake him,” Max explains with such confidence.
I can hear them nearing the bedside table where my phone is and decide I to turn the tables.
“Here it is, how do we get it to wo
