Chapter 11

Beeze's POV

"Is she dead?" Someone whispers.

"No just sleeping."

"Do you think she'll wike my breakfast."

"Definitely."

Peeling my eyes open I find Thomas and Wes kneeling with their hands crossed on my bed. They looked adorable just staring at me.

"Good morning beautiful." Wes smiles and I grin.

"Good morning handsome."

"Hey!" Thomas exclaims.

"Good morning my little one," I say lifting him and he smiles.

"Hey, why don't I even get to sit on your lap?" Wes pouts and I raise an eyebrow at him.

"Jealous much."

"Maybe." I giggle.

"I made this." He says reaching for the tray and I see a stack of pancakes, bacon, and orange juice played out nicely.

"Woah. You did this?" He nods seeming proud. "All for me?"

"Yup." He pops the 'p'.

"It's amazing, thank you. Let me go brush my teeth first." I stand jumping off the bed and head towards the bathroom.

"Daddy, I'm gonna go play with my toys, make sure she eats all of it okay?"

"Okay, buddy."

I smile and the door swings open.