The cry of a baby, followed closely by another roused Leonard from his sleep. He had just managed to shut his eyes when they started again. Tristan beside him was out like a light, working all day. Ever since they found him, they had been working him to the bone. It wasn’t like they could say they had babies. If they did, they’d be forced to come back. He didn’t want that.
Ophelia’s diaper was soaked and Oliver was just crying for the heck of it. He sighed as he changed her diaper, ignoring Oliver’s repeated tug on his head. He was kept afloat with magic, close to Leonard so he didn’t just float off.
After he was done changing her diaper, he tried to lull them back to sleep. Doing this, he remembered when he was younger and Mark would try to get him to sleep. He would close his eyes an
