Colt 17

JANELLE POV (trigger warning)

"Jal, milk pweez," a small voice says before I feel something poke my cheek. 

  "Hey, little buddy. Aunt Janelle is sleeping. Why don't I help you get some milk okay," a deeper voice says that makes me smile. 

  "Jal, sleep? But why," Heath's little voice asks as I manage to move my tired body into a sitting position. 

   I must have fallen asleep on the couch next to Colt last night. I look towards the kitchen as I hear the fridge open. I stand up and stretch before joining the hunt for milk. 

  "Where are your cups buddy," Colt asks just as I enter the small space. 

  "Cabinet next to the fridge. I will get his breakfast going and his mickey mouse," I say, and Colt gives me a big smile. 

  I grab a few waffles from the freezer and pop them in the toaster we keep on the counter. While they are cooking, I get the Ipad set up and playing Heat