The night was soft and peaceful, perhaps around midnight. You were sleeping with your husband, a big, strong man with one arm around you, snoring softly. You could only snuggle closer to him; it was cold, and he was so warm, especially from the gentle kisses he gave you even in his sleep. You turned so you could both hug each other more, and you both slept for a long while longer until he spoke, and you felt two small, soft hands clutching your nightgown.

"Sweetie, are you moving? I don't remember you being so small..."

The blond man asked, still half asleep and with a raspy voice. When you looked down, you saw Dear, his hair loose, wearing his pajamas, shivering in your arms. When you felt Bro stir a little, you saw Guita climb into bed too and happily hug her dad. None of the children had slept with you before, so it was unusual. Obviously you didn't dislike them; they were your children.