ELLE'S POV
After eating, I took Amelia upstairs. She used one hand to clutch a rabbit, while the other hand firmly gripped mine as we entered the room.
Amelia (sleepy, but stubborn): “Do I really need to sleep now, Mommy? Ethan sometimes says he stays up late.”
I laughed while pulling the blanket off. “Ethan doesn’t live with me, does he? And besides, if you don’t sleep now, you won’t have energy to play with him the day after.”
She feigned a pout and sighed, saying, “Fine.”
After I helped her with her dental hygiene, I combed out her hair and placed her on her bed. While she physically appeared small for her age, her wide eyes revealed a much too youthful vigor.
“Mommy… Do you ever get tired?” Ameila asked quietly.
The inquiry interested me. “Of course I do. Everyone gets tired,”
