Famke leaned in the doorway of the room where Precious was curled up on her side as Royal adjusted her blankets again. Despite the fact she had wanted “Mommy Famke” during the afternoon, as the sun had gone down, Precious’s behavior had become more erratic and by the time they had gotten her back to the hotel and into bed, she’d been a cranky hellion who didn’t want Famke anywhere near her.
“She’s out, huh?” she whispered as he turned on the baby monitor.
“For now,” he sighed as he moved into the living area of the suites. “Since Christmas Day she hasn’t had more than two or three hours of consecutive sleep. She’s played out and I’m hoping she gets the rest her body needs.”
“Are you sure you don’t mind me crashing? Will she be upset if I stay? I know you weren’t expecting me to come dow
