Strangers

Layla

The party went on perfectly. But I was so tired by the end of it. "Ugh, this is the part when I wish I had a magic wand," I say as I continue to pick up empty cups and toss them inside the trash bag that Danny held for me.

He chuckles, grabs a few I've missed, and throws them inside the bag.

"I'd wave that little wand and poof! Everything would be nice and clean. I'm so exhausted." I say through a yawn.

"Ladybug, why don't you go and rest? I'll finish cleaning up here," he says, taking the cups from my hand and wrapping his arm around my waist.

"No, I can do it. I can't leave all this to you."

"Why not? There's not much left. Besides, you already did a lot. Bryce and I can finish up." he says, leaning down and kissing my forehead.

"Are you sure?"

"Positive. You go and rest."

"Mommy?" Zoey's little voice sounds in the kitchen, making us turn. She had fallen asleep on the sofa while we cleaned. I didn't want her to get startled; she can get scared if we are not upstairs with