Imogen

Waking up the next morning, I grabbed Thaddeus from his crib. Tobias was still snoring like a chainsaw and was probably the reason Thaddeus had woken. I seriously didn’t understand how Theo hadn’t smothered him in his sleep. Most of the time I didn’t notice but now we had a kid. His snoring was annoying when it woke the baby.

Grabbing my pillow, I lobbed it at him, and he darted upright. “What?” he said, looking around the room.

“You woke him again, seriously Tobias you might need to sleep outside it is getting ridiculous,” I scolded.

Doesn’t affect my sleep,” he replied, yawning and stretching. The smell of...