We'll Be Alright

Chapter 55

Eliana

I watch Fynn sleep.

It's about half past seven now.

My alarm just ringed.

But he needs the sleep.

He really does.

The door cracks open a little bit.

Hugo peeks in.

I smile, sitting up.

Hugo's still so young, he doesn't realize when someone's naked or not.

At least on the upper part of the body.

He walks around the bed to my side.

I lift him up into my arms.

He snuggles against my body.

"How'd you sleep, baby?", I whisper, laying back down.

"Good", he yawns.

I can't wait to have my babies walk up to me in the morning.

"Come on, let's let tío Fynn sleep."

I stand up with him in my arms.

I place him to the floor and get a white button down from Fynns stuff.

It's like a little dress on my body.

I roll the sleeves up four times each and take the hairbrush from the shelf, brushing my hair.

Then I take Hugo back into my arms.

He so clingy in the morning.

But then again so are most babies or young children.

I quietly walk out of the room.

I arrive downstairs and make myself a cappuccino and Hugo an apple juice with water.

I walk to the couch and place Hugo on it.

Hugo watches me while I open the curtains in the living room.

Then I walk back to Hugo and turn the TV on for him while I read the bible.

After I'm done reading, I turn the TV off.

"Let's make some breakfast."

He smiles at me.

He's such a sweet boy.

"Morning."

I look up.

Alejo just walked in, stretching.

"Good morning, how'd you sleep?"

"Good and you?"

"Very good." Because Fynn slept.

"That's nice to hear", he smiles.

"Come on, baby", I take Hugo's hand and begin to walk to the kitchen.

While I make breakfast he's sitting on the counter, watching me.

Alejo enters the kitchen.

I turn my head to him, "oh thanks."

He places the cups from Hugo and me into the dishwasher, "you're welcome."

"Fynn and I usually go to church on Sundays. Do you and Tonito want to come with us? Hugo will come too because I need to watch him."

"Sure", he gets himself a cup from the top cupboard, "we go to church too. That's how mamá and papá are raising us."

I smile, "that's good."