Chapter 358: Sleeping on The Couch

Tristan's POV:

I wake up with a fright. There is a five-year-old staring at me. What the f*ck? Why is there a child in my bedroom?

It takes me a few minutes to remember that I didn't sleep in my bedroom but rather in Ella's front room, and that's why there is a five-year-old Thomas staring daggers right at me. His big sister is still asleep in my arms and I consider cowering behind her, but really, what sort of man cowers at the sight or a child?

"Good morning, Thomas."

"Don't wake her," he tells me off.

I unravel myself and leave Ella resting soundly on the sofa.

"Should we make breakfast?" I ask the small boy.

"Sure."

His smile returns and he follows me through to the kitchen.

"What do you want?" I ask him.

"Frosties!" he answers immediately.

"Okay."

I nod my head before going in search of a bowl and cereal.

"Why are you here?" Thomas asks me as he watches me prepare his breakfast.