When Henry said they would set an alarm, he didn't know that Skye would actually end up being their alarm.
Last night, tangled up together in each other's arms, they had fallen asleep almost instantly, as if the weight of exhaustion simply gave up its grip once they were pressed so close to each other.
The endless tiredness and restless sleeplessness that had been gnawing at both of them got swallowed up the moment their bodies sank into one another.
And now, with the morning spilling into the house, Skye is already standing at the threshold. His small figure blocks the soft light from the hallway, his eyes narrowing suspiciously, not even focusing on Riley's face as he usually would but on the bed itself.
His attention locks onto the shape under the covers where Riley lies. His gaze lingers, questioning, almost too sharp for a child his age. "Why are you so tall and bumpy today?" Skye asks, his voice curious as he takes another step inside the room.
