New life
It had been the third night of several hours of sleep at once. The third night of just small sounds to let it be known that there was food needed, instead of nights that seemed to have been broken into pieces smaller than hours.
Henry was a professor and yet found this to be one of his greatest accomplishments ever.
It deserved breakfast, a proper one, with all stops pulled out. He walked up to their room with a cup of tea for Rebecca. The girls were fussing and mumbling in their own room, but in an okay way. He'd get to them in a second.
"Good morning, love."
Henry was a professor and yet found this to be one of his greatest accomplishments ever.
It deserved breakfast, a proper one, with all stops pulled out. He walked up to their room with a cup of tea for Rebecca. The girls were fussing and mumbling in their own room, but in an okay way. He'd get to them in a second.
"Good morning, love."