Sitting straight up, I look around the room before my eyes settle on Tobias sitting in the corner asleep.
“Wh-what?” I whisper as my head tilts to the side.
Why is he sleeping in a chair that looks so uncomfortable? His whole body is going to ache.
“T-Tobias?” I call out his name hesitantly.
Should I wake him up or should I let him sleep more? How long has he been asleep?
Sliding out of bed, I grab Billie’s arm and slowly walk toward him. Aiden once told me never to wake him up when he was sleeping so he didn’t accidentally hit me. Would Tobias be the same?
Reaching my hand out, I get ready to touch his shoulder but stop. I shouldn’t try to wake him up. No. I should let him sleep a little bit longer. I don’t know how long he’s been here, but he must have been here for a good reason.
“T-Tobias,” I whisper again. “Wake up.” My voice comes out so weak.
Nobody would wake up from the soft sound of my voice. Nobody.
I lightly touch his shoulder. “Tobias, wake up.”
He hums but keeps his eyes closed.
“Tobias, I don’t know what to do here. Why are you in my room?”
Not that I’m mad. It brings me some comfort when I think about him being here all night watching over me. Is that why I slept so well because subconsciously I knew he was watching over me?
No.
That’s not possible. I fell asleep in the car and never once woke up. Unless I was so tired when I did and don’t remember anything.
Impossible.
“Tobias!” I say his name louder. “Can you wake up?”
“Little One?” he mumbles as he cracks his eyes open.
When he sees me standing beside him, his eyes go wide and he sits up straight.
“Are you alright? Did you have a nightmare? What’s wrong? You can tell me anything,” he rushes out as he looks up and down my body.
“It’s morning,” I point out, ignoring all of his questions.
“Little One, answer my questions. Did you have a nightmare? Do you need a hug? Tell Daddy what’s wrong.”
My whole world freezes as he calls himself Daddy. It’s everything I wanted to call him and hearing him say that lights up my whole world.
“I’m okay,” I reply. “No nightmares. I honestly slept the best I ever have last night. Well, and when I was out in the car and in the hotel.”
He sighs. “That’s good, Little One. What time is it?”
I shrug. “I don’t know where my phone is.”
“Have you been up for a while?”
I shake my head. “Just a couple of minutes. Woke up a little scared cause I didn’t know where I was, then I saw you and everything was alright,” I explain. “Why are you sleeping in my room?”
“I was worried that you might wake up in the middle of the night or this morning and get scared because nothing looked familiar,” he explains. “So I slept in this chair last night so when you did, you would see me and know that everything is okay.”
A smile tugs at my face, and I play with Billie’s arm. “That was nice of you.”
