Tim's POV
"Riley, Elio, I'm home!" I call out to my wife and our eighteen month old son. I don't get an answer, so I walk into the den. Ry was lying on the couch, with Elio on her chest. They were both asleep, and Ry had a book on her face. It was a sight that made me smile.
I take my shoes off, laying them by Riley's Nike Airs and Elio's tiny Vans, that had the little checks on them. Looking at those shoes is what made me realize how small Elio's feet are. I jump the back of the couch quietly, and snuggle beside Ry.
I wake up a few hours later, my arm across my babies, who are both still asleep. I admire how sweet Riley looks in her sleep. Her black hair was tousled, her glasses were slipping down her nose, her book had fallen beside us. Elio was snoring softly on Riley's chest, my arm moving with his breath.
Riley's slightly chubby cheeks were puffed from sleep. Her brown eyes were parted slightly, and her chest was heaving with her even breath. She is such an angel.
"Stop stalking us," Riley mumbles softly, as to not wake Elio. She stands to lay him in his living room playpen, before laying down beside me. I smile, cuddling her, before falling back to sleep, my arms around my beautiful wife.
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