Henry dashed out to the balcony, calling out "Dad!" into the night sky.
The three women stepped outside, gazing at the inky black sea before them. Molly gestured in a direction, saying, "Your son was shouting from here this morning."
Mia tiptoed over, peering into the next room. It was dark, seemingly empty.
Meanwhile, just a wall away, three men held their breath, trying not to make a sound.
"Let's head back," Mia said, leading her son to the bedroom. "Henry, you're barefoot again!"
Anya whispered, "Auntie, you forgot his shoes."
Realizing her mistake, Mia quickly scooped up her son, giving him a couple of apologetic kisses before carrying him off to wash his feet.
The room was filled with laughter and animated chatter late into the night.
At one point, Mia stepped out to check that the light next door was still off. Satisfied, she returned to her room, settling on the carpet to play games, watch movies, order takeout, and munch on snacks.
The next morning, the curtains remained tightly shut, with no sound coming from the room.
Chad stepped out, stretching with a yawn, while Leo leaned against the doorframe, asking, "Uncle, aren't you worried they'll spot us?"
Chad replied, "We were up until 3 AM. If Molly's up before noon, it would be a miracle."
By noon, Leo was still on the balcony, eating from a hotel bowl, watching the neighboring room. "Uncle, sometimes it feels like we're raising wives instead of pigs, doesn't it?"
Chad and Andre were inside, locked in a chess match.
Andre studied the board, finally placing his piece. "They've skipped breakfast at the hotel for days. My son's little tricks aren't working anymore."
Chad picked up his piece, analyzing the board before making his move. "At least they manage to eat lunch. I'm worried about Molly's diet these days."
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