"Alright, little one, time to get up," Adrian, who had just finished dressing by the bed, gently patted the little girl clinging to his clothes and said with a hint of amusement.
"Sleepy..." Emma rubbed her eyes, yawning incessantly and refusing to leave the comfort of the bed.
"Honestly." Adrian shook his head and dressed the little girl as he had done before. He had intended to tease her a bit, but seeing her drowsy appearance, he decided against it. If the little one was just a bit groggy, she would giggle and roughhouse with him, but if she was too sleepy, she would get quite angry.
After getting dressed, Adrian carried the little one out of the bedroom. The middle-aged woman preparing breakfast immediately greeted him warmly, "Good morning, Mr. Adrian, do you need my help?"
"No worries, I've got her, Maeve," Adrian declined as always with a shake of his head.