Lindsey
I looked down at Jacob and smiled to myself. His head was resting on my lap and his eyes drooped. He was almost asleep, and he’d tried his hardest to stay awake until nine. I tapped Ben, and he saw Jacob was well out of it, and he should take him up to bed.
“I’ll help you,” I said.
Ben grabbed hold of Jacob and pulled him against his chest and carried him up the stairs. I followed and walked behind him when he entered Jacob’s bedroom. Ben helped Jacob into his spotted dog pajamas. The wallpaper was “Toy Story,” and the little, green soldier border ran the full length of each wall. Jacob appeared to have woken a little while he clambered under his bed covers.
He looked at me with wide eyes. “Do you want to read a story?” he asked. I nodded and looked at Ben to signal it was okay
