Cathy woke up all of the sudden. The bedroom was dark, but it was almost 7AM already. She hated when she woke up earlier for no reason, the baby monitor was silent, she would probably have some more minutes (perhaps even an hour, if she was lucky) of precious and rare sleep. But she liked to watch Andrew sleeping by her side, which doesn't happen often, since he's the one who usually wakes up earlier. His arm was still around her, their legs were tangled under that soft blanket and life felt so peaceful she briefly forgot she was mad for waking up before the babies started crying.
- Are you awake? - Andrew asked, almost moaning, barely capable of opening his eyes.
- Yeah. - Cathy answered.
- Good morning.
- Good morning.
- Have the trumpets of the apocalypse started already?
- No, th
