Broderick stared at Leslie for a few seconds, then leaned down and gently kissed her forehead.
His soft lips brushed her skin, and she could feel his scent lingering around her nose.
Her eyes curved with a smile – she felt totally content.
"Goodnight, Ricky."
Broderick lay down on the couch. Leslie turned off the light, and the room was instantly swallowed by darkness.
A moment later, Leslie's voice broke the silence. "Ricky, I'm kinda scared of the dark. Can you come to bed?"
No response.
She tried again. "Ricky, the bed's huge. Just come sleep here, okay?"
Still nothing.
Then she called again, slightly teasing this time, "Ricky, do you think Grandpa and Grandma might check on us tomorrow? See if we're sleeping together?"
That finally pushed him to the brin
