Grace's POV.
"Mommy! Mommy, wake up!"
The bed moved up and down in time with Tate's rythm as he shook me.
I opened my eyes to his grinning face and bouncing curls.
Warm sunlight streamed in through the lace curtains, casting playful patterns across the floor and every other surface that it touched.
I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and pushed myself upright using my elbows.
"Good morning, baby. What's all the fuss about?"
I couldn't remember the last time that I had slept so deeply - so peacefully.
Knowing that Tate and Rhyder were right next to me. Knowing that I could simply reach out my hand and touch both of them. Knowing that we were together as a family.
It felt like a dream - a precious dream.
I almost felt a little disappointed to be woken up.
"Daddy and I cooked you brea
