SEATTLE — k********g NIGHT
The triplets' room, occupied by Cassian, Dorian, and Kane, was filled with toys scattered across the floor. Stacy was there to help the boys settle down before bedtime. As she organized the toys, Kane questioned why their mother wasn't home yet.
“Why isn't Mommy home yet?” Kane asked, his innocent gaze seeking a reassuring answer. “I want her to read Little Red Riding Hood tonight.”
Stacy, maintaining her gentle smile, replied, “I think the café was very busy today, and she had to stay a little longer. But she'll be back soon, don't worry.”
Dorian, ever the provocateur, cast a glance at Kane and remarked, “Stop being a mommy's baby, Kane.”
Kane, defending himself, asserted, “I'm the youngest, I can't help it.”
Dorian, rolling his eyes, teased, “By a matter
