Aug 02, 2006 22:51
He can't sleep.
He's had more than a few restless nights recently, but this one's been the worst yet. As he wakes from yet another nightmare, he mutters a curse.
"Screw this."
He gets up quietly, careful not to wake any of the suite's other occupants, and enters the baby's room.
Which is where Sheila finds him a few hours later, dozed off on an armchair near the crib, amidst a pile of stuffed animals.
(He may actually be holding the teddy bear, but if anyone asks, he'll deny it.)