Oliver's eyes lit up.
"Daddy... Good morning," He smiled, beaming as Axel walked into the dining room.
"Good morning, Buddy... How's your sleep?" Axel smiled and sat down across from him, his presence instantly filling the room.
"Not good," Oliver admits, his expression turning grim as the cheerfulness in his eyes disappears.
Then, he begins stabbing the waffle with his fork. He eats the waffle, and his eyes widen when the sweetness enters his mouth.
The light in his eyes returns as he glances to see Evelyn and gives her a thumbs-up.
"This is delicious, Mommy. Wow, this is the best waffle I've ever eaten..."
He stabbed another slice of waffle and ate again.
Evelyn stifled a laugh, hearing his overly praising. She makes the waffle with the same recipe he eats almost every day.
"Thank you, sweetheart. But you said your sleep is not good, why is that?"
It wasn't just Evelyn worried about Oliver not getting enough sleep... but Axel was too.
