Neville moved to the other side of the bed, and looked about to find his p-jammie bottoms. With a bar chest, pulling them up more as he walked, bare footed out the door, he made his way across the hall to the other bedroom in the flat, hearing the small wails of Hannah's little girl.
Olivia would cry and then stop, seeming to listen for any response to her plaintive pleas. Neville put his hand on the door, "Good morning Olivia," he said as he opened it into her dimly lit room. He could see her standing in her crib, rubbing her eyes, a small stuffed animal in her hands as she held onto the railing. Neville thought she looked slightly surprised to see him there, and he decided to use that surprised to his advantage.
"Let's get you up," he said as he moved towards her, his hands settling against her jumper. It felt damp and now it was his turn to be surprised.