KiKi

Riley’s babbles pull us from sleep shortly after seven.

“Good morning,” John’s gruff morning voice greets from under me.

“Mornin’,” I return, lifting my head from his chest.

I can’t believe I slept all night. I never sleep through the night. And I slept cuddled tightly to him on my bed, his arms around me.

“I’m not sure I have stuff for breakfast,” I warn, worried about Riley.

“I have food for Riley in my bag, and I’ll be ...