Christian

"Good morning, Chris." Tom's voice is groggy as he steps into the lounge where I'm sitting with a sleeping Sophie on my lap. I look at the clock on the wall and it's only 5.05 am "Morning. What are you doing up so early?" He stretches and yawns while walking over to the big puffy chair that's in the corner. "I couldn't sleep. That bed ain't the comfiest and between Callum snoring like a fucking dog and Jack talking in his sleep I've not had any more than three hours of ...