I wake up in the middle of the night lacking the warmth of Brian sleeping next to me. I get up, putting on my robe and look around for him until I see him sitting in the kitchen.
"Daddy, eat a cookie." The words are music to my ears from Matthew's tiny little body, which I didn't notice from where Brian is sitting.
"Aw, thanks, little guy." I smile, marveling at how good he is with our son. It's been like that since day one, Brian has had such a strong connection with Matt and I love it.
"You're welcome, Daddy."
"What are you boys doing up so late?" They look at me and Brian smiles.
"Matt couldn't sleep. We didn't wake you up, did we?" I sit next to Matt and shake my head, brushing my fingers through his soft, dark, curly hair.
"Mommy, do you want a cookie?" He points to the plate of
