"Honey wake up." A soft voice coos out. My eyes squint and blink open to reveal Hannah's face hovering high above mine.
"Morning." I croak out, cringing and stretching at once.
"Morning, Bexley. Your mother will be arriving around lunch to pick you up." She explains then rips the blinds open. She lets out an evil laugh when I hiss from the light and fling my hands over my stinging eyes.
"Here are your clothes and there is a bathroom across the hall." She explains but doesn't make any movement from where she stands at the end of the bed. Her hands on her hips, hair in a bun and a pink apron around her waist.
I sit up with a smile. "Yes?"
Hannah snickers. "Archer is waiting down stairs for you." She whispers then sends a little too toothy grin. He walks away backward not taking her eyes off me and disappears through the door.
I shake my head at her antics and roll out of bed with a huff. I stumble my way across the hall and into the bathroom. Minutes later I emerge back out of it after cleaning my face and fixing my unruly hair.
I walk down the stairs and quicken my pace as I hear Winston's loud singing.
"If you're angwy and you know it! And you really want to show it! Stomp your fweet!" He screeches out and, well, stomps his feet.
"Winston stop being a little shit and eat the food I've slaved to make." Hannah answers as I walk around the corner and end up in the kitchen doorframe.
"Slaved?" Winston asked with furrowed eyebrows and a pout. He has his little arms wrapped around his mothers' legs, his legs practically dangling as he tries to climb up her. Hannah tries to pass him a bowl of food but he whines and slams his face into her leg repeatedly.
I hold in my laugh and skim my stare elsewhere and smile when I see Archer. He sits on the counter facing his family, his long legs dangle off it and his feet skim the ground as he watched the two bickering people with amusement. He silently eats his bowl of cereal while laughing every once in a while when Winston slaps Hannah.
"BWEXLY!" Winston suddenly yells in glee and frees himself from his mother. The little child rushes across the room and clings onto my leg, looking up at me with a beaming smile.
"Morning, little guy." I chirp before reaching down, lifting him up and placing him on my hip. He rest his head on my shoulder and point over at his bowl of food.
I walk over to his food and take it off a gobsmacked Hannah, and walk past a frozen Archer to the table. Winston eats his food whilst sitting on my lap and telling me a random story about meeting a kid from his day-care.
Hannah and Archer join us at the table, much to Winston's anger.
"Why are yous here? It was gooder when you were over there." He huffs and looks up at me with a pout.
"Wow. You have replaced us after four years." His mother playfully teases.
"Yeah. Archer is ugly." Winston adds, causing me to let out a loud laugh. Archer throws a bit of cereal at Winston and pocks his tongue out, but his eyes widen when some hits my shirt.
"Archer!" His mother and I both screech at the same time.
His jaw slacks and he stutter out an apology. "I'm so sorry!" he nearly squeals out, to this I burst into tearful laughter along with Winston and Hannah.
"I'm so sorry!" Hannah mimics him.
Archer shoots up from his seat, stumbles over to me and pulls me into a standing position by tugging my shirt. He places a scowling Winston on the table then pulls me along until we reach up stairs.
