Julia smiled and traced the hair from his forehead "We don't have roosters. But, we do have a few people that need to get going and headed to Boston."
She moved her other hand to his and motioned with her head "Hit the shower, O' Leader of ours... I'll have coffee waiting for you downstairs." Derek groaned slightly. "There are times when leadership is highly over rated," he grumbled as he sat up and slipped his legs over the side of the bed.
