Fourteen
Erin smiled, gazing at the two children sound asleep beneath the canopy of their blanket fort. They’d drifted off into the land of dreams almost an hour ago, and she’d tucked the pure, soothing joy of watching them sleep around her as securely as Gideon had tucked the blankets around them. Shifting her gaze to Gideon, her smile deepened. He lay on his side with his head pillowed on his arm, curled around his son in such a way that he couldn’t be comfortable, but his eyes were closed, and he looked the picture of contentment. He wasn’t asleep, too… was he?
She nudged him, and he only grunted.
“Gideon,” she whispered.
“Hmm?”
“They’ve been out for a while now.”
“Mmm-hmm.”
“You don’t seriously plan to sleep out here on the floor with them, do you?”
“Wasn’t that the plan?”
“It
