Brandon Piers was woken up by his son poking him.
He opened his eyes to see Teddy sitting between him and Abigail, poking his nose and then Abigail's mouth while babbling something. Abigail was also woken up by this commotion and sleepily muttered, "What time is it?"
Brandon grabbed his phone and switched it on. "Six-twenty."
As soon as he finished speaking, a flood of messages popped up on his phone.
Brandon just took a quick glance and then tossed it aside. He pulled Teddy into his arms and said to Abigail, "It's still early. Sleep for a bit longer."
However, as soon as he spoke, Teddy started to wriggle his little butt away, clearly not wanting to sleep.
Abigail, still drowsy, patted her mouth and was about to get up. "He's probably hungry. I'll go make him some milk."
"Don't move. I'll do it." Brandon extended his long arm to stop Abigail, then got up to make milk for the little guy himself.