Waking up in the middle of the night was something you had grown used to. Ever since you had your son, Brando, 2 years ago sleep was never an option for you or Barry ever again. And that’s something you wouldn’t change for the world. Although, your som was no longer an infant. She was 2. Sometimes you’d both still wake up, thinking you heard some stirring or baby cries. Sometimes, your son would come in and cuddle with you and Barry after a nightmare.

But this time it was different, you woke up to an empty bed. Barry wasn’t there. Slowly, you got up. Assuming, he was probably looking wt scripts for an audition, which made him stressed out. Even though, you tried to calm your husbands nerves; nothing seemed to work. As you venture through your hotel room to see your Sons room cracked opened slightly and his nightlight on. You peak in.

You seen Barry laying your Son. They even slept the same. You smiled at Barrys brown bed head as you seen your son with his pacifier in his mouth and his other shirt arm across his dads back. Barrys light snoring could be heard as you made your way over to join in on the snuggle fest you were missing out on.