Wake up, wake up, wake up...

"Wake up, wake up, wake up..."

I shifted slightly as the deep voice beside me got louder. "Come on, babe!  Get up! Wake up, wake up, Hazel."

I grabbed the pillow underneath me and stuffed it on my face, trying to block out his voice. A hand slowly pulls it down and away from my face. "Come on, baby! Wakey, wakey, lemon squeezy!"

I still didn't open my eyes, but I'm sure I have the weirdest look on my face right now. "What are you saying? I'm pretty sure it's easy peasy, lemon squeezy!"

My voice sounded groggy from sleep, but Aiden didn't complain. "I don't know what it is, you Americans say. Everything was so much easier back in England."

"I know you said you miss it and that you don't ever want to go back, but will you ever? It's your home after all."