Waking up in the middle of the night was something you had grown used to. Ever since you had your son, Mason, 6 years ago sleep was never an option for you or Patrick ever again. And that’s something you wouldn’t change for the world. Although, your son was no longer an infant. He was 6. Sometimes you’d both still wake up, thinking you heard some stirring or baby cries. Sometimes, your som would come in and cuddle with you and patrick after a nightmare.

But this time it was different, you woke up to an empty bed. Patrick wasn’t there. Slowly, you got up. Assuming, he was probably looking at something for tennis. For his challenger match coming up against his ex best friend, Art Donaldson,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 her nightlight on. You peak in.

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