"Brother, who wouldn't like confetti?" Royal asked.
"True." Baron nodded.
"What about a cuddle? That helps our Ma. We could give you a twin cuddle," Royal offered.
"Um, that's very sweet. But really, I'm good."
"You sure, Brooks' Mom?" Baron asked. "Our cuddles are magic."
"I'm sure. I'm not actually his mom, though."
"Aren't you?" Royal asked. "Is she not your mom, Brooks?"
Brooks stared at her, and she gasped at the look of love on his face. She swayed and Saber fitted himself at her back, giving her strength. And holding her up.
"She is in all the ways that count," Brooks said.
She would not cry. She was not going to cry. A small sniffle might have escaped, but she didn't let her tears escape.
"You're not going to cry, are you, Spitfire?" Saber asked in a low voice.
"Certainl
