Ethan
I tapped on my keyboard randomly even though my computer was switched off. Belli was sleeping against my chest as I sat on my office chair, a pacifier in her mouth because she did not want to let it go and a little bit of drool rolling down her cheek. I had finished work early today for once not having anything to stress about.
Although I could not stand from my seat without disturbing her. If she was woken up in the middle of a nap, she could throw the tantrum of the century and I think the entire office was grateful to have her not screaming at the top of her lungs. Her sleepover slash rock concert yesterday had rained her completely and she had been drowsy for the entire day.
That left her cranky, moody and in desperate need for cuddles. I had been sitting for an hour now with no hope she would ever wake up and my legs were starting to fall asleep. At this rate she was going to miss her ballet class but I had a good feeling she did not even care.
