Monty stirred in the bed, yawning and blinking in confusion as his eyes cracked open. There were...decidedly more people in the bed than should be. Frowning slightly as he peered up at his mother, an eyebrow lifting slowly in confusion before sitting up and turning around, his eyes locking on the other person in the bed, his brow furrowing before looking back at his mother.
At least he knew why he was here.
But he didn't quite understand what he was doing here. Women his mother's age didn't just sleep with people because they had bad dreams.
"What. The. Fuck?" Monty pronounced rather clearly as he glanced between the two of them.