*** Evie's POV ***

I heard the music from my alarm and I moaned. If someone said that waking up at 4 a.m. gets easier with time, they were lying. Lying through their damn teeth. Stretching, I reached out with my left hand to silence my phone. Rolling over, I set my feet on the ground and sighed.

Wood floors, great for cleaning, freezing cold in the morning. Looking over, my son Elliot was still curled up on his side of the bed. It took him a week for him to start to sleep through my alarms. He ...