Enjoying some quiet time, Little L has been sleeping for awhile. In walks hubby…
Hubby: She’s still sleeping?
Me: Yep, been like 2 hours.
Hubby: Have you checked on her?
Me: Yes… sis has been in and out of the room too.
Hubby: Maybe you should see if she’s breathing.
Me: My Lord, she is. *sits for a minute, thinking, starts to worry*
I get up, go in bedroom. I move the pillow oh so slightly to see her face. She jumps awake. Sits up, looks at me like I’m the most evilest mother for disturbing her.
Me: I’m sorry baby, daddy made me.
She crawls away to the other side of the bed.
I hear the door open. It’s my hubby escaping.
Me: “THANK YOU!”
I hear a faint “you’re welcome”, as the door shuts.
