Tristan's POV:

I wake up with a fright. There is a five-year-old staring at me. What the f*ck? Why is there a child in my bedroom?

It takes me a few minutes to remember that I didn't sleep in my bedroom but rather in Ella's front room, and that's why there is a five-year-old Thomas staring daggers right at me. His big sister is still asleep in my arms and I consider cowering behind her, but really, what sort of man cowers at the sight or a child?

"Good morning, ...