Sep 18, 2020
Camille is curled up on the couch, asleep on his arm. There are papers scattered on the coffee table and one on his legs, all in little kids’ handwriting, and a pen in his hand. He fell asleep while grading.
Michael went into the living room once he had finish up something on his computer and stopped when he saw the angel asleep on the couch. He smiled and shook his head before moving to quietly move the papers onto the table, along with the pen.
“My tired Camilla blossom.” He purred as he carefully laid him down on the couch and took a small blanket off the back of the recliner to put over Camille. He placed a kiss on his forehead, purring softly.
