At exactly six in the morning, the Red King woke up from his slumber.
Jay knew that because he felt a kiss on his cheek after a pair of collosal hands scooped him up from the comfort of his blanket. The baby groaned in response to being woken up.
Can't he sleep a little longer? He had a rough night last night. His eyes squinted at a clock at the other side of the room to focus. Yep, it's exactly 6:05.
By seven, the sun wasn't even fully out yet, but he was already stuffed full of cereal and seated on the motorcycle. He's still sleepy, but he could always take a little nap right now. The only downside is the road are bumpy, but JJ will definitely hold him through all of that.
Just as he's about to doze off to his parents' constant argument about minor stuff like what type of dyed used to paint their helmets, he caught sight of something in the trees.
Oh, shit.