BRAHAM'S POV
Morning came too soon.
I woke to the sound of the bedroom door creaking open and small footsteps padding across the carpet.
"Mama? Braham?"
I cracked one eye open to find Leo standing beside the bed, his dragon book tucked under his arm and his hair sticking up at odd angles.
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Millie stirred beside me, her eyes fluttering open. "Leo? Baby, what time is it?"
"Seven-thirty!" he announced proudly. "Mrs. Vansteern brought me home and said to tell you I was very good and only asked for water twice before bed."
I couldn't help but smile at his earnest expression. "Come here, buddy."
He scrambled onto the bed between us, settling in like he belonged there. Which he did.
"Are the hard things over now?" he asked, looking between us with those perceptive eyes. "You said yo
