This girl can sleep anywhere. I know this because she fell asleep almost as soon as we got into the car after Ambrose picked us up from the airport. He landed back home on an earlier flight this morning.
"Bub, wake up," I nudge her shoulder gently as the hotel comes into sight. Once again, her head is resting on my shoulder, never stirring once through speed bumps and roundabouts. I answered quite a few emails on the ride home, in anticipation of being unavailable for most of the day tomorrow. Her head bolts upright after one more nudge before she rubs her eyes.
"Sorry, I keep falling asleep on you," she half laughs as she gathers her things and climbs out of the car with Ambrose's assistance.
"I don't mind at all, darling," I smirk as I climb out, walking around the back end of the car and taking both of the bags before walking through the entrance. The staff immediately straighten out their posture as they see me walk across towards the elevators. I'm surprised they don't have some sort of alarm system set up for when I arrive back at the hotel; I did once fire someone on the spot for wearing the wrong kind of shoes, but that was a long time ago.
"I can carry my own bag," Amelia stubbornly reaches for the handle of her bag, but I angle it out of reach and shake my head.
"I got it," I smirk at her as the elevator arrives to take us up.
"What time are we leaving in the morning?" she asks as we travel quickly up to the top floor.
"Around 10 maybe, it's a couple of hours' drive so we don't want to waste too much of the day here," I respond before the door opens up. Home sweet home I guess, I don't truly consider this place home. It's just a place where I sleep and eat, it's nothing special to me really.