Madison"Come on, sweetheart." I took Ethan's hand, steering him toward the elevator. "Say goodbye to the cloud bed." "Bye, cloud bed!" Ethan waved enthusiastically at the guest room. "I'll miss you!" Alexander followed us, his presence filling the space behind me. The elevator ride down felt endless, Ethan chattering about dinosaurs and tall buildings while I focused on breathing normally. The Bentley waited in the underground garage, all sleek black curves and leather interior that probably cost more than I made in six months. "Can I ride in the front?" Ethan bounced on his toes. "Please, please, please?" "Backseat," I said automatically. "But Mom!" "Backseat, Ethan." Alexander opened the back door, helping Ethan climb in and buckling his seatbelt with surprising competence. "Next time, you can sit in front. When you're taller." "How much taller?" "At least this much." Alexander held his hand several inches above Ethan's head. "I'll grow really fast! I drink milk every da
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