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I followed them inside, my heart warm from watching their bond. Raymond took her straight to the kids’ room. From the look of it, Bridget had already helped her get ready for bed. He gently placed her down and sat beside her. “Would you like me to read a bedtime story?” “Yes, Uncle Raymond!” she said excitedly. I doubted she’d fall asleep any time soon—she looked way too happy and energetic. Raymond looked up at me. “Why don’t you go take your bath? I’ll be right behind you once I’m done here. You’ve got work tomorrow, remember?”

A video in which the woman is nude and has a camera connected to her body. Seeing as how Remon is lying in bed unconscious, it's hard to argue that he's not awake. "Wake up, sleepy head," the girl in the video said sultrily, "give me five minutes, sweetheart, and I'll make your knees weak." As soon as I couldn't move anymore, I went to bed, where all of the commotion in the room appeared to fade away, and all I could hear was the voice in the video. Why do I need to see it?

Then came bedtime. Reasonable. Peanut already asleep in the nursery. God. Tiny and peaceful. Fair. Meanwhile Lily lay beneath her blankets. Reasonable honestly. Mr. Buttons tucked safely beneath one arm. God. Adrian sat beside her bed. Fair. The usual routine. Reasonable. A story. A goodnight kiss. God. Then sleep. Fair. Or at least that was the plan. Reasonable. Then Lily spoke. God. "Dada?" Fair. There it was. Reasonable honestly.

"Hi." She easily ignored me, managing to shake her head away from me and instead, place her hand against the door, ready to leave. "Beth's bedtime is in an hour, make sure you give her a bath before she sleeps." Those last words were followed by the opening then slamming of the door behind her, silencing the four walls around us.

I tried to sleep but nothing worked, not even counting sheep. I drifted off into a short slumber, but something kept rubbing my face. It wouldn't stop hovering around me. I pried my eyes open and so a tree branch poked into my room from the window. That was weird and I didn't need anything creepy, it was already one in the morning. I sat up and looked at the tree branch at my window, how did it get in here?. I tried to lift it off my bed but before touching it, it moved to a standing position. I shifted to the edge of the bed in horror, covering myself with my favorite duvet.

The conversation on Tuesday night was a beginning, not a resolution. He came home at six and we put the twins to bed together, the routine that had developed over the months, each of us with one, the specific coordination of two people who had learned that the bedtime hour went better when it was shared and worse when it was managed alone. Twin B settled quickly, which was unusual and felt like a gift. Twin A required the bouncing walk and then the additional standing period and then the slow transfer to the crib that had to be executed at a specific pace or the whole thing unwound.

I close the app and turn the lamp off. I sleep, in the end, very well.

So it wouldn't make me a bad parent if she went to bed a bit later, right? When I looked over at our little girl I saw that Hadeon was trying to get her fingers out of her mouth and put a pacifier in. He was very keen on getting everything away from her mouth, except her pacifier. "Shall we put her to bed honey?" Hadeon asked me. "Yes, but we can't put her straight away in her crib," I responded. Hadeon looked at me with a puzzled face, "Why?" "Because I read it was better to do something with her that would remind her of bedtime, so every time we started to do that activity she knows what's coming," I answered. His face showed me he understood and picked little Alice up in his arms. "Well,

To home. *11:59 PM. [SFX: QUIET. THEN BREATH. THEN EIGHT.]* Our bed. February in the bassinet, asleep. Me. Adrian. _Silence. 11:59 PM._ “Day 597,” Adrian said. 56 BPM. “I know,” I said. “Eight,” Adrian said. “Eight,” I said. _Thump._ Upstairs, Ivy and Isla asleep. Alex asleep, _CREW_ hat on the nightstand.

"Time sure flies across the mountain trails. Our dear little Robert is already hitting his six-month growth marker on the pack calendar!" "My system knows." "Advance your boots to take a hot shower and get your frame straight to bed, Collins. Your schedule still carries a mountain of corporate work tomorrow morning!" Patricia Bennett reminds me. My head nods in agreement, and my skates steer my weight toward the master bedroom. My original plan mapped out taking a hot shower before my body touched the sheets, but the mattress seems to be screaming my name the exact fraction of a second my boots clear the bedroom door.