“What happened to the towel, Ash?” I ask her, holding back my laugh.
She shrugs her shoulder. “No one’s here, mommy.”
“But someone could have walked in, baby.”
I don’t care what anyone says. We are werewolves, sure, and nudity is not that big of a deal, but she’s a child. Until she's all grown, I’m going to protect her innocence.
She moves, smiles and kisses my cheek. “I close the door.”
My clever, sneet munchkin. I chuckle as I correct her. “It’s closed the door, honey.”
"Close,” she repeats it wrong again.
“Closed”
“Close”
I give up. I help her get inside the bathtub. It’s after she’s in that I realize that I miscalculated. How am I supposed to wash with only one hand? I’d been so focused on everything else that I completely forgot that one arm was in a cast.
Sighing, I debate
