I woke up the next morning to someone climbing in our bed. My eyes opened slowly to see Tate climbing in between Ambrose and I. Ambrose is still snoring and Tate is trying to be as gentle as he climbs under the covers. I scooched over to give my son more room and he turned to me with a smile.
Tate snuggled up to me and I wrapped my arms around him. For so long this is how we always were. We slept in the same bed together for Tate's whole life. We were each other's only friends. I missed his.
"It's been so long since we cuddled." I whispered to Tate, but he didn't respond for a while.
"Uncle Ares is sleeping on my floor." Tate whispered to me. "He snores louder than Daddy." He said making me giggle.
I ran my hands through Tate's hair. "Don't worry honey, it was only for last night." I
