For awhile, Eddie just lets her sleep. She needs it, he knows she needs it, so he's not about to wake her up when she's told him already she hasn't been sleeping. The movie continues and he's only sort of half watching it himself, drowsing in and out, kind of exhausted from the whole day himself.
A commercial wakes him, one of those ones that's kind of louder than the show, and Eddie looks over, hoping it hasn't woken up Chrissy. She's still asleep on his shoulder and he smiles a little, then shifts as carefully as he can. No matter what she'd said, he's not about to leave her to sleep on the couch, so he gets his arms under her, hoping she doesn't slap him if she wakes up, then lifts her from the couch.
She's so small, she barely weighs anything, and Eddie carries her down the hall into his bedroom, then settles her on the bed and pulls the blankets up over her.
"You're okay now," he says softly, hoping he can make sure that's true.
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A commercial wakes him, one of those ones that's kind of louder than the show, and Eddie looks over, hoping it hasn't woken up Chrissy. She's still asleep on his shoulder and he smiles a little, then shifts as carefully as he can. No matter what she'd said, he's not about to leave her to sleep on the couch, so he gets his arms under her, hoping she doesn't slap him if she wakes up, then lifts her from the couch.
She's so small, she barely weighs anything, and Eddie carries her down the hall into his bedroom, then settles her on the bed and pulls the blankets up over her.
"You're okay now," he says softly, hoping he can make sure that's true.