"Did you hear that?" I ask as I stop moving on top of you and listen closely. Olivia's cries can be heard at the end of the hallway. I sigh and step aside. "I'll get there. Don't move."

Since becoming parents, we haven't had much time to ourselves, so we always make the most of it when we're not changing diapers and cleaning up messes, and that's usually when the kids fall asleep. Oliver and Matilda, eight and five, aren't much of a chore anymore, but Olivia is the youngest, with three, and she still struggles to stay in her room without Mommy and Daddy.

I carefully open the door and see her little head peeking out from under the sheets, her face soaked in tears. "Hey little one... why are you crying?" I approach her and pick her up, wrapping her little arms around my neck.

"Is mommy okay?" she asks, hiding in my neck, and I frown slightly.

"Of course it's okay, why do you ask?" I move my head slightly so I can see her little face, her eyes looking at me with slight fear.

"I heard her scream..." she murmurs, and I have to hold back everything in me to keep from laughing.

She has heard you scream.

"Mommy's fine, love. Do you want to go see her?" I ask as I brush her hair out of her face, and she nods slightly.

I return to our room with Olivia in my arms. Thank God you must have sensed that the little one was going to want to come sleep with us, and you've put your pajamas back on.

"She heard you screaming," I say with a smirk, holding back my laughter.