I had to admit—having Levi take over the baby stuff while I took a break was the best fucking thing to ever happen. I'd slept in for three days straight without anyone trying to guilt-trip me into waking up. My back didn't ache. My head wasn't pounding. I didn't even have to bargain with a six-month-old over nap time.
What a nice, boring little life I was living right now.
I sat up stiffly from the couch, my neck cracking from laying on my side all day with Levi and Canon watching the third goddamn Disney movie in a row. The room was a soft mess of thrown pillows, snack crumbs, and Canon's discarded socks.
"Aren't we being productive today," I muttered, glancing around the mess and at Levi, half-asleep and looking pleased about it.
"Mhmm," he hummed lazily, reaching over to pull me back down beside him. Canon squealed and kicked as I lay down again.
"When's the next time we get to have a proper day off?" Levi asked, eyes closed like he was already dreaming.
