I wake up and hug my husbands waist. "Morning my love.." I mumble. He mumbles something back and I smile. I kiss his head and get dressed. "Amirrrrrrrrrrr I want a kissyyy" Rupert says. I laugh and turn around to kiss him smiling. "Is that better you dork?" I ask teasing him. "Mhm.. thank you bubs" he replies. He's adorable when he's half awake. I'm not sure if he realizes but he talks in a baby voice. It's really the cutest thing. I walk down to my office humming to plan for Wenceslas' birthday. He will be eight. He's already so big and we have only really known him for like six to eight months, and have only have had him as our son for three.
I plan out his party in perfect detail humming.
Authors note: I'm so sorry I havnt updated in a while and that this chapter is so short!