As dawn broke, the first ray of sunlight gently landed on Simon Morgan's eyelids, causing him to furrow his brows.
His arm felt numb, and something soft seemed to be resting on his stomach.
Opening his eyes, the first thing he saw was little Lila, curled up in his arms. Her delicate face made him instinctively want to reach out and touch it.
The weight on his belly belonged to Eliot, though he wasn't sure when the boy had come over.
Eliot was usually so steady and mature, but when it came to sleep, he was surprisingly dramatic, sprawled out like an octopus, clinging to Simon in an exaggerated fashion.
Opening his eyes to such a sight—the sweet, comforting scent of the children, the warmth like a hand warmer, and the cozy atmosphere—made this normally distant and aloof man wish he coul
