Caly’s POV
A sticky-fingered little thumb pushes into my eye socket before it peels back my eyelid and I groan out, “Be gentle Atlas. Why are you awake this early?” I peel his little hands from my face but it makes no difference, both my eyes and my mouth feel gritty and dry as if I only had a few minutes of sleep in the past few days.
“Is breakfast time, waffles and bacons,” he informs me before hopping off the bed. Waffles, that explains the sticky fingers, he’s probably going back for seconds.
I stumble out of bed and as I almost reach the kitchen I hear an extra voice in there, so I silently slink back to my room to throw on a bra and some pyjama bottoms. I flop into my chair and Colin looks worriedly at me as he hands me a cup of coffee. I grumble out good mornings. The gang is all
