The little guy blinked once, twice, his entire face flushing a brilliant crimson. He scrambled off the bed with a speed that belied his small stature and bolted into the en-suite bathroom.
"How adorable," Chloe murmured to herself.
It was still hard to reconcile this shy, blushing child with the violent psychological barriers and self-harming tendencies Nanny White had described. She walked to the door and gave it a soft, rhythmic knock. "Liam Jr.?"
Ten seconds passed in silence before the door creaked open just enough for a small, tousled head to peek out.
Chloe stepped inside, squeezed a pea-sized amount of toothpaste onto a small brush, and handed it to him. Together, they stood before the mirror, matching each other’s movements as they brushed. Throughout the entire process, the bo
