Well….it started as a calm sleepy morning. Nothing seemed unusual to outsiders, but amount of sleep you were getting as unusual as your baby would have-should have been crying by now.

As you stirred, with sleepy confusion wrecking your mind-you barely registered the unknown voice speaking softly beside you. Cracking your oddly heavy eyelids apart, you wake to see a strange man sitting in bed beside you, book in one hand and you infant in the other. The unknown stranger, upon realizing you’ve woken up, looks up from where he’s been softly read out loud as your baby sleeps calmly on his chest snuggling against his free hand.

“Ah. Good morning dearest. The little one woke me hours ago, so I have been caring for them since. Would you like me to put a pot of coffee to brew?”