When Mica stepped out of the shower he found his favorite pair of pajamas waiting on the sink. Forrest had been busy in those few minutes as the bedroom revealed. The overhead light had been turned off, a soft glow coming from the tree on the dresser and a strand outlining the window. A wooden tray sat on the bed holding a bowl of still steaming soup, which smelled delicious, a cheddar roll, and a mug of hot cocoa. He wiggled under the covers as Forrest came back through the door, the dogs in tow, somehow balancing two wrapped gifts and a plate of iced sugar cookies.
“Feeling better?”
“Yes, thank you,” Mica answered, gesturing to the presents. “What’s with those?”
Forrest set them on the bed, leaving the cookies on his bedside table. “While I got to thinking,” he explained, joining Mica
