I sink into the office sofa, eyelids already heavy before I even glance at the mountain of paperwork stacked on the desk.
Sleep has been rare these last few days. Between Baylee’s condition and the early morning battle, both Drake and I are running on fumes.
“Just rest our eyes for a moment,”
Layla groans through our lips as Drake settles beside me. I lean into him, and his arms wrap around me like a blanket I’ve needed for far too long.
“Yeah,” he murmurs. “A few minutes won’t hurt.”
And just like that, sleep swallows me whole.
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“Mum, Dad—it’s dinner time. Wake up!”
Caden’s voice cuts through my dreams, shaking us both. I groan, eyes cracking open to find the clock behind his head.
“Crap,” I mutter, jolting upright. “We were just supposed to nap. We slept all day.”
I nudge Drak
