It was very early in the morning, Blake was woken up by his ringing phone. He was sleeping so soundly with Sara in his arms, their arms and limbs tangled up with each other, and he did not want to move.
He was thinking of letting it go to voicemail, but his sense of duty overpowered his need to ignore his ringing phone. It was a good thing Sara was still sleeping so soundly. He cursed as he got up, who would even think about bothering him this early in the morning?
It was his father, so he didn't hesitate to answer it, thinking that he only calls him this early if it was really important.
"Dad, is everything okay?" Blake spoke.
"Blake, come home for breakfast and bring Sara with you," Mr. Anderson said. Blake frowned and wondered why his father wanted to meet Sara so suddenly.
