"Daddy?! Why is the door locked?!"
Colour drained from Devon's face the second he heard that question. He tried moving off the bed but forgot about Ambrose lying on his chest for a second.
The result was hilarious.
"Whoa!"
They both rolled over to the ground with a heavy thud, Devon breaking the brunt of Ambrose's fall. Their naked bodies sprawled on the floor like a tangled mess as the Esper rubbed the back of his neck.
"Daddy?" Orion called out, sounding worried this time. "What was that sound? Are you guys okay in there?"
Ambrose managed to get on his knees first, puffing out a breath to blow back stray strands of his hair. "Yes, little guy! Just step away from the door for a second. We'll be out soon, okay?"
"But why?"
The Guide's eyebrows twitched with frustration. "Orion—do it or I won't get you any ice-cream sundaes today."
That seemed to have worked as nothing but silence answered for several seconds.
