“Sounds like a plan.” I put the platters on the island, knowing that Theo would clean them off—there were no leftovers. He was a fantastic cook.
I filled the boys’ glasses with water from the dispenser in the refrigerator door and then went to their room.
I had to chuckle. Both of them were sound asleep.
I left their glasses on the dresser in case they woke up thirsty later, then kissed my sons on their foreheads and slipped out.
Before I could return to the kitchen, I heard whimpering coming from Sophie’s room. I pushed open her door and approached her crib.
“What is it, Sophie?” I picked her up, propped her on my shoulder, and rubbed her back, but she didn’t burp. “Do you need to be changed?”
I brought her to the changing table and laid her down, then unzipped her sleeper, got her
