Waylon Lewis raised his hand, and Hope Williams naturally placed her hand into his palm.
He pulled, and Hope Williams fell into the man's embrace, sitting on his lap, enveloped by his familiar scent.
"Uh," Waylon Lewis responded with a deep, husky voice, "too noisy because of the son."
Hope Williams raised her hand and rubbed Waylon Lewis's temple, "Luke is actually very quiet when he sleeps, how is he noisy?"
"The sleeping posture is bad," Waylon Lewis thought of last night's punch and his face darkened a degree.
Seeing Waylon's dark face, Hope Williams chuckled, "Is that the frustration from your son?"
"You're laughing now, but tonight they both must go back to their own room to sleep."
Hope Williams tapped Waylon Lewis's forehead, "Alright, I get it."
Luke and Willow had been used to sleeping independently since they were young, but lately, they had been clinging to her due to her being too busy to spend much time with them.