The next day, the morning sunlight shone in from the floor-to-ceiling windows, warmly pouring onto the soft bed. Enna Clark moved her fingers slightly and slowly opened her eyes.
In her view was the angelic sleeping face of the little one. Bobby still maintained the position he had when he went to bed the night before, sleeping peacefully without moving. Gone were his usual pretense of being a little adult and his constant talk about women. His pink cheeks clearly showed that he was still a baby.
She extended her hand and poked his belly.
As expected, the little one frowned unhappily, his face showing a hint of his usual grown-up facade.
Enna chuckled at his little act, tucked him back under the covers, and sat up in bed.
There was no sign of anyone coming into the bedroom suggesting that Baron Lawrence must have been busy all night.
Anyway, since she was already awake, she might as well go downstairs and get breakfast for them.
