Tyler’s fussing pulls me from my sleep, but Seth beats me out of bed. He walks out, but I do not hear the door to his room open.
“Molly,” he calls and I jump up, expecting something to be wrong.
Instead, I find Andrew in the living room with a book open again.
“I think you may need to handle this,” Seth tells me, a slight look of fear on his face as he leaves me with our eldest son while he goes to get Tyler.
“What do you have, buddy?” I ask, sitting on the floor next to him.
“Mama Book!” he tells me, so very proud of himself.
I smile at him, looking down at the page. Perhaps the last time was just a coincidence because he’s open to a page about levitating. Or perhaps he’s doing some light reading for himself. Who even knows at this point?
“It’s the middle of the night, li
