In the morning, Abigail was woken up by Teddy.
The little guy woke up at seven and started making noises, more accurate than an alarm clock.
Abigail went to bed late last night, but her sleep quality was unexpectedly high, and she didn't feel the least bit drowsy when she woke up. She even had a smile on her lips; no matter how much the little guy fussed, it didn't affect her good mood at all.
Aunt Claudia saw this, picked up Teddy, and rarely gossipped, "Made up?"
Abigail nodded, her eyes shining.
Aunt Claudia could tell it wasn't that simple. "It's more than just making up, isn't it?"
That radiant smile didn't look like something so simple as making up.
Abigail raised an eyebrow, "You guess."
After saying that, she got out of bed, rubbed her nose against her son's cheek, and briskly walked to the bathroom.
After she washed up, Aunt Claudia also dressed Teddy.
