Hiding in the hallway, a giggle came from the four year old boy. Up and early at rising like his mother, though she was up because of reasonings, the small boy had quite the plan to share with his sleeping father. While Anna was cooking, Adam had the audacity to sneak around the brunette woman's back, taking his sippy cup and filling it with orange juice in hopes to give to his father. Slowly creeping, he opened the bedroom door and trekked in, crawling on the bed.
Leeland was happy that he could finally sleep in, not having to worry about work. But it didn't last as long as he would've liked, feeling his bed starting to shake. He groaned, tossing over. "Mn...hold still, Sunny...." He threw the cover over his head.