Right after Sarah opened the door, she found little Willy in front of her with a stemmed milk cup in his hand as his friend stood at the door waiting for his mother to open their bedroom door.
"Hmm, papa's handsome boy is awake, huh? Are you sleeping well, son?" Sarah greeted her son while hugging and holding her little one without forgetting to smell the delicious scent of sweat typical of little Willy in the morning.
"Mama, why am I sleeping in Grandma's room? Has Papa gone home to the Randalls?" asked the little one who was about to sulk because his father returned home to his grandparents' house while he was asleep.
"Who said that papa went home to grandpa and grandma, honey?" Sarah asked with a smile, "Can you see who's sleeping under the covers on the bed over there?" continued Sarah again while bringing her son into her room.
