He didn't know how long he'd been sitting there, Sylvan Cheney forgot to leave.
Perhaps it was the heavy, familiar smell of smoke on Sylvan that stirred Chale Cheney, who moved his eyelids and woke up!
Daddy?
He hurriedly rubbed his eyes.
Yes!
"Daddy, daddy..." the little guy called out.
Sylvan came back to his senses, looking down, "Hmm."
"Daddy, when did you come back, I missed..."
The little guy sat up from the bed, his small hands wrapping around Sylvan's neck, snuggling into him!
Hmm, he wasn't dreaming, it really was Elder Cheney!
But Elder Cheney had been smoking, he wrinkled his nose.
"It's early, go back to sleep," Sylvan said as he pried off the little fingers.
"No, don't want to," Chale Cheney refused to let go, clutching tightly to him, "Daddy, why did you come back so late, and what about Jasy? Is she back too?"
"She's sick, in the hospital."
"Baby wants to go see her, wants to go."
