I'm sitting at the end of the bed in a chair eating my crunchy oat cereal watching the Alex sized lump in the middle of our bed. The blanket is gently rising and falling with each breath he takes. Alex woke this morning screaming for me at 5am so I brought him back to our bed where he passed out immediately in my arms, he has been asleep ever since. It's after 7 now and John's left for work already. Midnight's been medicated and fed and the house is cool and quiet and I can hear the birds singing in the tree out back. I really should get The Boy up and ready for our morning walk, but he hasn't been feeling well and thought he could use the extra sleep.
The blanket stirs and Alex flops over onto his belly. He's a flopper like his Daddy. I can hear him grunting softly and rubbing his eyes and his nose, trying to wake up. Suddenly his little head pops up and I see the side of his face pop out from under the blanket. He looks around but doesn't see me. He thinks he's alone in our room and his bottom lip begins to quiver.
"Good morning Monkey" I say to him and move to sit crosslegged at the foot of the bed. Alex looks at me and smiles wide. his wispy blonde hair is sticking up in all directions. He crawls out from under the blanket and right into my lap. He curls up with his head nestled in the bend of my elbow and looks up at me and smiles. He puts his thumb in his mouth, closes his eyes and turns his face into my chest and sighs contentedly.
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