How’s Skye?
Sleeping like the angel she is
Ready for the night shift
You’re such a great dad, Finn. I really hope you know that
I blink down at my phone and let the weight of his words wash over me. JJ doesn’t say things just for the sake of it; he’s honest, and when he means something, he’ll say it with his chest.
Still got a lot to prove
Well, even if you do, you’re well on your way
My lips curl into a smile.
And if you need me let me know, I’m going to be up most of the night trying to cram for this test
Will do, thanks, brother
Don’t know what I’d do without you
Brother for life
I glance at the time to find it close to midnight, and I sigh and lock my phone. I reach over to grab the baby monitor and focus back on the TV. It doesn’t matter whether Maya comes home infive minutes or in five hours, as long as she has a good time and gets home safely, it doesn’t matter to me.
A hand brushesmy cheek and slides into my hair. I still for a moment, and my eyes ping open to find Maya kneeling down in front of me. I jolt, realising I’ve fallen asleep on the sofa again, but she doesn’t seem alarmed.
“Hey,” she whispers.
“Hey,” I croak back.
Maya’s dark eyes roam my face in the dim light. “Why are you sleeping on the sofa?”
I shrug as I push myself to a sitting position and grip the baby monitor between my hands. “I closed my eyes for a second. How was your night?”
The first thing I notice is that she’s in pyjamas as if she’s freshly showered. She doesn’t smell like a party, not a single scent of alcohol or cigarette smoke.
“Yeah.” She smiles softly. “I had a good time. Glad to be home.”
“Good.” I attempt a smile back, but exhaustion has completely consumed me.
“Come on.” She beckons with her head. “Let’s go to bed.”
My brows crease in confusion. “What?”
“Bed,” she says again. “You’re not going to sleep on the sofa.”
“I can sleep in Nina’s room.”
Maya narrows her eyes at me like she wants to whack something over my head. “No,” she states with determination.
“Are you sure?”
“Shh,” she murmurs as she tugs on my arm to get me to stand. “We’ve slept in the same bed hundreds of times. What’s the difference now?”
I glance down at her. “The difference is we’re not together, and I’m probably going to want to hug you at some point. You know how much of a cuddler I am.”
Maya laughs softly, and it catches me by surprise. She’s in a good mood, and I’m glad about it. Hopefully she came to her senses and realised we’re all human, and sometimes we deserve a night off from our lives.
