I lie comfortably curled around your warmth, with a too-soft orchestra alarm drifting in and out of my half-awake mind. Your hand holds mine close to your chest, and we rise and we fall together.
I hear the slap slap of young feet on floorboards, then gentle thuds as they hit carpet.
He is beside me. He slides under the cover, wraps his tiny little arms around my neck, snuggles his soft-shaven head into my ear. He lets out his own little sigh of completeness, and the three of us lay there together, smiling, and waiting for the Lolzilla to wake.
