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“I'm so full,” I chuckled. “I guess I won't be having dinner,” I said.

“Yeah, me too.”

“You treated us to a feast.”

He laughed.

“Thank you.” I sipped from my cup.

“Can I have a reward then?” His eyes beamed. What reward was he talking about?

“Can I sleep over tonight?” He asked coolly. It took me a while to respond, but I did.

“Sure.”

Out of indebtedness, I felt it wasn't much of a reward, it was more of a compensation for stretching him to do things for us.

He was pleased, nevertheless. We watched TV for a while, and I didn't know when I dozed off on the sofa.

However, the next morning, I found myself in my bed. Instincts told me Henry had carried me in his arms and laid me on my bed. It felt absurd, but thankfully, I couldn't remember any of it. I switched off the alarm and ambled out of the room, to the nursery. But my dear son was not in his bed at six a.m.

“I will have one too.” His mirthful voice was coming from the kitchen.

“Oh, mummy has caught us.” Henry was smiling at me.