My steps are light as I strive to muffle my heavy excited breathing while tiptoeing into the warmth of our bedroom. Tadeas wriggles eagerly in my arms as soon as he sets his wide ocean blues upon his father who is sound asleep whilst I attempt to carry both my mischievous little beast and the moist lemon cake smothered with freshly whisked cream in my arms.
The silky blanket has pooled down to shield my male's nude lower waist as he sleeps on his belly using his brawny arms to rest his head instead of our goose feather pillows. I gently lower our pup onto the bed and he is swift to waddle on his feet at full speed towards his father with keen enthusiasm. This is Tadeas's favourite part of the day, meeting either Phobos or me in our room for we usually do not bring him in here much.
