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"Let me read you a bedtime story." Knowing he might feel lonely in a new place, I picked up the storybook he'd brought. "Which story would you like tonight?" "The Magic Academy." Ian scooted over to make room for me. I lay down beside him and began reading. Tired from playing, his eyes started drooping halfway through. I softened my voice, and soon heard steady breathing beside me. I closed the book and started to get up. Ian rolled over and hugged my arm. I froze, afraid of waking him.

I knew what they wanted, and I also knew this would be a challenge. I approached their beds, looking at their little faces with affection. “Okay, kids, it’s time for a bedtime story,” I said, trying to calm them down. “But, there’s one thing. You have to promise to go to bed after the story is over, okay?” Adney immediately raised his hand. “Mom, I promise! We’ll go to bed after the story, right Adolf?” Adolf nodded enthusiastically. “Yes, Mom. We promise!” Ainsley and Allonza also looked at me with sparkling eyes. “We promise too, Mom,” Ainsley said softly, while Allonza just nodded, holding her doll tightly.

I said with a small laugh. The remaining nighttime was spent in bedtime routines and warm baths, in stories and toothbrushes. Mirabel insisted on one of Clinton’s old bedtime tales — something about a crocodile and a mango — and I fumbled my way through the story while they giggled under their covers. When they finally dozed off, I stayed a while longer in the hallway, just watching them sleep. Japheth curled toward the window. Jake, hugging his teddy. Mirabel, one leg dangling off the bed as if dreaming of her little bride walk.

Her eyelids grew heavier until she finally allowed herself to be tucked into bed. “Story, Mommy?” “Which one would you like?” I perched on the edge of her bed, stroking her hair. “The princess wolf,” she mumbled, eyelids fluttering. I began the familiar tale, watching as Debbie fought valiantly against sleep. By the third page, she had lost the battle, her breathing deep and even. I leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead before standing. Edward waited by the door, watching us with an expression I couldn’t quite decipher. We slipped out of the room, leaving the door slightly ajar as Debbie preferred.

They just follow her around like sheep with the hopes that she’ll notice them one day. I’m home in time to tuck Betsy in, and for the first day in weeks I can read her a bedtime story. She falls asleep long before I’m done, but I keep going until I reach the end of the book. It’s soothing, sitting here with her, listening to my own voice and her deep, even breathing. It calms my nerves a little.

they echoed and I walked in, shutting the door behind me. "Who's ready for a bed time story?" I said and they giggled. "Me!" "Alright, alright. Get in position," I stated. They hurriedly laid down on their beds, pulling their blankets up. I couldn't help but grin as they watched me with curious amber eyes that reminded me of Rai. "Once upon a time..." I began. Time seemed to move slowly as I engaged my baby girls with story telling. Eventually, the story came to an end and it was time for them to go to sleep.

The sky is dark as we make it to the front door, ushering a tired Brandon inside. "It might be a good idea for you to head to bed, mister," I say to Brandon, who yawns widely as I make the suggestion. He nods, not even bothering to protest, which I take as a sign that he's exhausted from his busy day. I glance over at Evans. "Is it okay if I take him up?" "Go for it," Evans says, nodding. I get Brandon in bed, and he falls asleep only five minutes into tonight's bedtime story, in which Ralphie the sheep has joined the lion and the dinosaur on their adventures. As soon as I'm certain he's out, I stand and turn off the lights, slipping out into the hallway.

It was a strangely domestic image I’d started dreaming up only recently. At some point, my exhaustion overwhelmed me, and I napped while the twins played with Zayne in his room. The day went by quickly, and soon, it was time for bed. After bathing the twins and putting them in pajamas, we lay in bed while I read them a bedtime story. Luca conked off almost immediately, but Matteo held on till the end of the story. “And so they lived happily ever after,” I said, closing the book. Matteo yawned and snuggled into my arm. “Did you find Aunty Nora?” he asked groggily.

Eventually I managed to get everyone settled back into bed, or at least I tried. “Luna?” I looked down. Jordan’s little fingers tugged at my sleeve “Can you stay until we fall asleep?” Another immediately joined in. “Please?” Then another. “Tell us a bed time story!” I stared at their hopeful faces. A sigh escaped me. I never really stood a chance. An hour later, the dormitory had finally gone quiet. Soft breathing filled the room. Tiny bodies curled beneath blankets. Anna slept beside me with one hand still clutching my sleeve.

Martinez’s POV The room was warm, lit only by the golden glow of the bedside lamps. Rodah was asleep. She was curled on her side in the middle of the massive mattress, her black silk robe twisted around her small frame. Her breathing was steady, her face calm in the soft light. The heavy SIG Sauer lay on the nightstand right beside her hand.