"Shh let's not wake mama up."
Whispers and soft giggles float through the air, arousing me from my deep slumber. I slowly open my eyes, my vision landing on my husband trying to quietly usher our kids out of the room.
"Mama!!"
Alaric Alessandro Moretti, my eldest child, notices that I'm awake and instantly jumps into bed, snuggling into me.
"Good morning baby."
"Good morning mama. We didn't mean to wake you."
"That's okay darling."
"The little devils want food." I look up to see Vincenzo smiling cheekily at me, our daughter in his arms. Amara Lucia Moretti was a daddy's girl through and through and her brother and her were becoming quite the handful.
"It's 6 in the morning." I say looking at the bedside clock.
"Pancakes." Is all my daughter says and I laugh, remembering a certain someone who loves pancakes as well.