Sienna Johnson had been reading for quite some time, her eyes a bit uncomfortable, yet Adrian Desmond hadn't returned. She glanced at the clock on the bedside table; it was almost ten o'clock.
"Why hasn't he come back yet?"
Sienna yawned and instinctively reached for her phone to call Adrian, only to remember that he had taken her phone.
In the monitor, Sheehan had kicked off the blanket again, turning 90 degrees in his sleep. Sienna got up and went to the next room.
Just for a moment, Sheehan had changed his sleeping position again, lying on his stomach with his little butt sticking up. Sienna gently patted his little behind.
"If you keep being restless in your sleep, you'll catch a cold and need an injection."
Sienna adjusted his sleeping position and tucked him back in. Sheehan mumbled, opened his eyes, and seeing his mother, smiled at her before turning over and going back to sleep.
"Little rascal!"
