Leo's POV
Two weeks ago.
"Daddy, Daddy, Daddy!" Cato squealed jumping on the bed. "Wake up!"
I opened my eyes, looked at the clock and groaned. I don't remember the last time I wasn't woken up before 6 am.
"Can I have a cuddle?" He asked, crawling onto my back.
I sighed and lifted him off my back and into the air.
He screamed with delight as I threw him up and caught him again.
"Come here, you little monkey!" I said, hugging him tightly as he giggled.
I then looked beside me to Ella's side of the bed.
"Cato, where's Mommy?" I asked in a far more serious tone.
"Maybe she downstairs. Or running," Cato replied.
But she never goes for a run without telling me first. Never.
I stood up with him still in my arms and made my way into the hall.
"Ella?" I called.
No response.
"Ells? Where are you?" I called again.
Still no response.
I searched the library, kitchen, living room and all my children's rooms but still no Ella.