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...